mobility

You always wanna bring me bad news, with no solutions

I be in the back rooms, where the fumes is

The ones that say that cash rules, be the sorest losers

I wasn't tryna move passed you, you just wasn't moving

You was acting like everything is a shoe in

Or like where you at, you was cool with

I got back for my get back, not trying to prove shit

Couldn't sit around feeling useless

The weed got hints of fuchsia, shroom dreams hitting lucid

Fusing with The Spirit until it all become congruent

Looted by illusions till I died to my own stupid