Shit You Cant Fix

One day I finally relate, others at my door

Tryna steal on my place, nobody smoking so hard

They need mace, in their fucking face

Cause they can't see the race

Yeah I call that a blind man with sight

Who be fucking right, when I'm hitting like a pipe

Visualize chrome to your dome now I feel like I'm home

I was running alone until she came along

And I can't see my phone cause it's morphing to rows

Yeah the shrooms kicking in just another walk home

Yes I think about life and what it's got to offer

Every single day yeah I'm not going to go off it