Backwoods

Backwoods packages litter tabletops

Gone off that shit, my eyes lower than your stable's stock

I get stoned and I'm dope. I'm made of rock

You feeling stagnant?

When that boat tips, I made it rock

I used to play Sega Saturn and shit

And now I smoke a lot of weed

And it ain't mattered a bit

Blood splatter on the back of the whip

I backed up with the strength of the pistons in MAC trucks

You ever seen a grown man crumble into a puddle?

Man I ain't have a move left

I couldn't do nothing but struggle

I need some shit to keep my mind on the power-points

I took the path that I could find and devoured joints

Mofuckers been asking for this one

I never had sense; I had the passion to get some

And then I saw her. She skates slow

But fuck it, I'll even the pace, so

And I've never been as happy as right now

But shit, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down

Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty

Start my day with a pot of black coffee

Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio

Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice

Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio

Police chase, wilding

Never been one for the talking, talking, talking

Anxiety-ridden, I hide in the rhythm

I'm ficus, burning bush

I turned to Christ then burned a book

It turned to ice; I learned to cook it

Work at night, I turned and booked it

But bitch, I ain't been tripping

Technology squared, my angle's missing

Open ended. Where to go? I hope it's different soon

I'm sick of job interviews

They're looking for a different dude

Life's a bitch, I heard she's sleeping in the nude

White-lies dancing, trying to creep into the truth

California kush; my people stay sedated

I party all week to keep my evils satiated

And I've never been as happy as right now

But shit, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down

Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty

Start my day with a pot of black coffee

Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio

Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice

Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio

Police chase, wilding...