Shits getting weird nowadays, no joke.
You either in it to win it, or in it to smoke.
I have to admit that I wanted them both
but it takes a lot of work and I'm damn near broke.

So I rose from the dead and I'm looking for brains.
Gotta eat other artists and finish the remains.
Got a shovel and a lantern, gonna dig me a grave,
stand six feet deep as it fills up with rain.

Gonna drown my sorrows, there's no tomorrow.
Taken everything for granted, all the time that I borrowed,
well I have to give it back to the world somehow,
someway, some time well the time is now.

It isn't very good but it took three years,
got deleted three times but it's finally here.
Try to make something different for you all to hear.
Homophones can't rhyme? Sure they can, don't fear.

See, all I ever wanted was to make a rap record
that wasn't just shit, that might be respected,
that might get detected by a recognized producer
who could stop making headphones for a second just to do
another great album cause the way is lost.
I can say very confidently "Dre fell off"
I can say, "if you standin' in my way get tossed…
a bag of Blue Dream and Strawberry cough now…

We're smoking dro with our bros in the back
It's Happening, a Certain Level of Wackness

This songs too long, better hit my bong.
I've come full circle dog.
If you've gotten this far then I'm proud of you,
not that pride really matters. You know that that's true.

Truth is happiness ain't a warm gun at all.
It's how I feel in the Autumn when the leaves fall.
It's kickin' back with a blunt, relaxin' with my homies,
watchin' Breakin' Bad, passin' till the last ash.

It's funny how things change but seem to stay the same.
We remain in the same state in which we were raised.
We never do anything with the blank slate,
just throw it in the corner, let the days waste.

Turn yellow while the dust just settles in the sun rays
and collects, whats next? I hate Mondays too
but you gotta make do.
You know haste makes waste but you gotta break through.
You gotta face the race cause we're waitin' for you.
Finish in last place? Don't worry that's cool.
It ain't about what happens at A and B.
It's all about experiences in between. So...

We're smokin' dro with our bros in the back
It's Happening, a Certain Level of Wackness
All of you, I'm getting all of you and I'm…..

I got a feeling, ferocious. I know it isn't hopeless.
When the going gets tough, the tough smoke roaches.
I'm Focused like track 4 on Yoko.
We never playin' that though, that's a no-go.

Oh hell yeah bitch, I'm feelin' good yo.
Workaholics commentary, gonna blow dro.
Fizzy pop smoke smells so good,
better than Dragon's Blood or Sandlewood.

Anyways, back to the bigger task at hand.
I'm tryin to make a point, or make demands.
I can't remember anymore, maybe I'm just jokin
when I say there's nothing more to life but drinkin and smokin.
I'm thinkin and hopin at least, I guess.
I mean, it could be worse, I could be dead.
I still have my health. I still have my head.
For what that's worth, I'm here on Earth.

I'm not on Saturn cause that would suck:
no oxygen, no bag of blunts,
no traveling sound, no warming sun,
just the freezing cold loneliness and nowhere to run.

I look around. I guess things aren't all that bad.
We got fire, water, air, dirts and magnets yeah.
Is it a miracle, all that we have?
Some squid-faced god? Or circumstance.

Things take a dark turn and the world will burn
somehow without fuel. We'll adapt learn.
We'll recede underneath till the time is right.
Until then when we wait, go to sleep, goodnight.
Yeah.

A cup of cocoa and a warm cheddar biscuit
is so delicious when you mix it with a quick hit
of Sour Patch or Lemon Grass
and you top it off with Golden Hash, yeah.

My arrest remains shrouded in mystery.
Nobody knows so they're repeating the history.
Channel surfing, flannel wearing,
hipster-eating monsters breeding.

A new perspective, put a prism in your outlook.
A rainbow comes from putting passion over Facebook.
Pretendinitis, Polluticorn wishes Recyclops was never born.

Poppin' off a poppy seed, pocket full of posies.
Liven up the limit cuz I'm livin' with this gross beat.
Chall know me. Cha hurr me. Cha love me. Cheddar Cheese.