It was a chilly Georgia Monday morning
Space heater tappin′ out, there goes my saving grace
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)A danger to myself, I'm my worst opponent
So playin′ safe is pointless
Just join me if you jointless
I coin shit while I'm coinless
I see shit 'cause I′m D-list
It′s funny how the ones that live to kill us, die to keep us
Wow, wow, wowzers, uppercut y'all downers
Fuckin′ up y'all browsers
Nothin′ but down south-ers and caged lovers
So all you first timers be prepared to change covers
Bloody blankets all I made while fuck niggas was crankin' yanks
We was young and dumb
Busted Reebok, dickie suit thuggin′
Just a Zone 4 nerd with some Zone 1 cousins
And a north side bitch that you fuckin'
But can't love her ′cause her father hates you
′Cause of problems he got with her mother
And your mind still kinda childish, but you pushin' 6 feet
So Mommy′s daddy put the shotty to your face at 16
And as a child you worshipped TIP, because of Killer Mike's reaction
CD player at the bus stop, candy paint passin′
I never been a pacifist, too far from the Pacific
Live in alternate dimensions I created as a child
I'm often way too lost in my schizophrenic thoughts
Visit Mama and my faith is reinstated by her smile, but
Since I′m a 90's baby I'm automatically crazy
I′m callin′ audible plays on the daily just to survive
I got a tribe of little brothers in the hood that I inspire
Light the fire when they look into my eyes
And when they ask me where I been at
I just be like over there
'Cause when I′m high as fuck all alone
With my headphones on, I don't care
And when they ask me where I been at
I just be like over there
′Cause when I'm high as fuck in my zone
With my headphones on, I don′t care
Same old lost boys lookin' for a home
Startin' fires under viaducts
Now I ain′t made that much, just some angel dust
A couple zany fucks with the lay up lunks
Caught up on a rainy day, of course
Colder than them days chasin′ after the drinkin' gourd
Make good on my word and make the world agree, no court
Never catch me lyin′ on my back, too much like casket doors
Never catch me lyin', my daddy told me who that was for
Pockets swollen, still on my stomach, lyin′ on grandma's floor
Dodgin′ all you stand-by whores
And we ain't sayin' much, man that′s that lovely noise
Carvin′ out my head the space to think, man that's that lovely boy
I stashed some prayers in a bottle and chucked it overboard
I gotta clock in 15 days a night ′til I can't roll no more
′Til that thing hit the shore, 'til I′m Siamese with the force
'Til if I really wanted, I could get Siamese with the Porsche
But what I really want is, my nigga, for niggas to live long
And I pray on the daily, my nig, for niggas who do me wrong
'Cause we all know what happens when niggas can′t get along
Before the opposite we gotta slap our thinkers on
Ali, Ali, show me a boxer I ain′t dookie on
Part lucid, part MC, part mystery yet to be solved
Bottle through the fog, 110 through the smog
3:10 in the night, I'm screamin′ booty calls
I'm plastered, goin′ her draws, tryna feel withdrawals
They fiendin' our demise, y′all, what we gon' do with y'all?
And when they ask me where I been at
I just be like over there
′Cause when I′m high as fuck all alone
With my headphones on, I don't care
And when they ask me where I been at
I just be like over there
′Cause when I'm high as fuck in my zone
With my headphones on, I don′t care
And when they ask me where I been at
I just be like over there
'Cause when I′m high as fuck all alone
With my headphones on, I don't care
And when they ask me where I been at
I just be like over there
'Cause when I′m high as fuck all alone
With my headphones on, I don′t care
(Where I been at)
(Over there)
(Where I been at)
(Over there)
