Three long totes of the blunt
Memories of the things I want
Can't stunt, I'm hunter being hunted
Growing up feeling stunted
Those eyes that haunt my dreams
That thing that give me a taste
...of pleasure
...gettin' better
...much better
...light as feather
But I escape for only seconds
Cause inside this is my lessons
Guess they ushered my confession
The eternal life blood letting
