Hotbox

[Verse 1]
If there’s anything endearing
About the way that I’ve been treated
Everything you’re hearing begins steering the cheering
But I don't even know why most of the time I wanna die
But I’m just a guy and I wanna try any method to survive
And vent and find my drive
And I can’t tell you why
Most of my life feels like a lie
Color of blood was in my dye
Couldn’t handle school so I said goodbye
I sent my music to this guy one time
And he said no and he was my idol
I was suicidal, but now he is just my rival
My old lyrics appeared to be dead on arrival
I’m finding a mirror and pointing the rifle
I pull the trigger and I’m still walking like Michael
My music is bigger I’ll try on the bible
But I just don’t know man it might take a while
To polish the pile and push out the bile and run like 8 miles
And I’ve tried like 8 styles
I’ve given fake smiles
And vomit on tiles and
Passed down the aisles
And pasted my idols
Yo, shit-faced when I dial

[Hook]
I just feel like getting faded off of this weed
Shit-faced, I don't give a shit if it's laced
I don't even understand
When I'm getting faded I feel free

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I feel like I’m the man
Fried like a pan and travel’s banned
Where would I go, yo I don’t know
I just really miss my motherfucking friends
Yeah that’s my crew
The time we’d spend
And they pulled through
And I don’t even know if I will ever be the motherfucking same, yeah
I’m insane
But I retained days with the gang
When we would fade
Like the memories and energy
We put our worries in jeopardy
For an hour or two or three
A killing spree that’s lead by me
And I don’t see the lock and key
Depression be cockblocking me
Sorry girl I’m stressed lately
I’m missing calls on the daily
Not on purpose but constantly
And honesty you’re all I need
Yeah you and weed is how I’m free
Now come with me we’re absentees
Grab Japanese
High like trapeze
Run from police
Expired lease
And I just want some peace
Please drop your piece
My heart might freeze
You’ll die in threes
You feel the breeze
Like they’re xannies
I’m popping these
And smoking trees
We’re on the lamb, I said goddamn
The thing went blam, and his skull jammed
The cells look cramped, but we’re revamped
We hide in camps, hide and seek champs

[Hook]
I just feel like getting faded off of this weed
Shit-faced, I don't give a shit if it's laced
I don't even understand
When I'm getting faded I feel free
I just feel like getting faded off of this weed
Shit-faced, I don't give a shit if it's laced
I don't even understand
When I'm getting faded I feel free