WHATS UP

Hey, yuh

I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?

I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?

Was smoking too long I forgot how to function

I said feeling something was better than nothing

I said feeling nothing was better than something

Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion

She said the weed made her fill with assumptions

She said that she like how I sound with percussions

I came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch

The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch

The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough