lonely

, he bien peut-etre l'oiseau, l'oiseau qui dormait en chacun de nous, s'elevera, hipster by heart but i can tell you how the streets feel, everybody thirsty and they looking for a refill, if the gang eat you guns barking at your doggie bag, get took out for your take out now you carry out, murder by delivery, married at the paramount, i just coughed up a fair amount, of niggas might air it out, judge a book by cover so we never educated, it ain't about racists poor and rich segregated, just to get the bacon dawg, you gotta go ham, use to be lost til i found who i am, but it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands, locked tryna get real creative with the spam, locked in a jam cause a nigga serve butter, just to get a little bread had to keep tomato smothered, all i really wanted was to overdub my vocals, but no one ever thought that i would take it past local, high a'top a totem man somebody shoulda' told 'em, that if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen, so i'm smoking by my lonely, by my goddamn self, i don't need your help homie, cause don't nobody really know me, said nobody really know me, see that's going on a limb, and i used to sell trees, and i used to rock timbs, radiohead shit, fiends with the bends, back when granny used to tell me "stay out of in", blaming cold air out, tryna know my whereabouts, gone for three days and nobody ever heard about, how i got these jordans, but that ain't too important, when i got a bitch pregnant and i'm stacking for abortion, and all i really wanted was to give myself a portion, lit up off the henney got a nigga self absorbing, smoking on a bogie, no bud style, who can i trust now?, lady snitch and got the whole block down, now we gon' eat now, no rebound, when your boxed out, belly of the beast now, now you got me feeling trapped and i can't look back, when the roller head is out and the pabst is made of ash, and i'm going through the trash tryna' find a little treasure, living for the better tryna get myself together,