wind therapy Lyrics

Door slams on my 302 apartment

I'm running down the stairs headed to the parking

Unlock the door to my piece of shit Ford

Connecting up the music before I move forward

Gettin the vibes right, dia de mi suelte

Riding through the neighborhood mirando a la gente

Passing McColley that's what I represent

It's not folly they too jolly sleeping on the bench

I'm not sleeping on the trench I'm from

I'm on my way to get some stench

So I can have a one on one about condition improvement

Financial education I'm out here digging footers

Forming up the foundation

And I'm not wasting any time on no hook

Hit a four-way stop then get up to the shop

Going through the door I'm like yooo what's happening?

The owner give me dap and discounts my package

I'm out the door in probably less then five minutes

Hit my piece of shit Ford and then it's back to business

Phone ringing my phone ringing I'm driving

Phone ringing library perfect timing so I just slide in

(At this time our hero is inside the library picking up books that are on hold. He should be less than a minute but if he's not please wait longer

Thank you for your patience)

Ahh the fresh scent of old book pages

Strap them in the passenger and then it's off to the races

25's the pace 'til I get to the place

That I don't call my crib cause I ain't no kid

I call that ship my castle my fort or something

My third floor dungeon

Everybody cheefing so the outdoor pungent

I fucking love it and if it's not a natural herb

I don't wanna touch it it's all love kid

I'm still building a bridge thinking big and not rich

School of thought not school of fish

Fully equipped to not be a fool

Full of the rizz they can't teach in school