The Understanding Lyrics

My weed tolerance is getting stronger than an armored truck

Kickin 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

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 gonna 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 gon DJ when she finished with the set

When I'm outta breath from this lil smoke sesh who gon 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