The Understanding Lyrics

My weed tolerance is getting

Stronger than an armored truck

Kicking it with daffy ducks

Looney tuning off the drugs

Ruby and sapphire getting

Groovy in my lungs

Soon I'll be swooning

With a booty on a tiger rug

Whoever told you second chances

Don't exist wasn't forgiven

In a past life and

Only wants revenge look

Jay made millions

Ye made millions

Chance made millions

Kobe made millions

Damn Gina even Martin

Made a million

If they can make a million

I can make a million

And still sometimes I

Wonder if we made the right choices

I hear voices in my head

Where it's supposed to be voiceless

I mean look

We should be writing songs

But the melodies get stuck

In an ice cold bong then I

Get lost in rhetorical questions like

Is the chain on my neck a

Noose or a necklace or

Who teaches the teachers

Or who heals the doctors

If Jesus went bad

Who the hell is going to stop him

Is it you are you sure

Red wine spilling off the edge

But you ask for more

Who cooks for chefs

Who refs the refs

Who's going to DJ

When she finished with the set

When I'm outta breath

From this little smoke sesh

Who's going to be there

On the floor CPRing on my chest

And still sometimes I wonder

If we made the right choices

I hear voices in my head

Where it's supposed to be