I know it does seem difficult to hit you up But you're not passionate about half the *** that you into And I ain't having it, and we both know that I don't mean to offend you, I'm just focused today And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen And if I hurt you, I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive When I'm awake, I'm just drifting I'm not complaining, it's just to say that I stay pretty busy lately And I could be misbehaving, I just hang with my niggas I'm *** famous if you forgot I'm faithful despite all what's in my face and my pocket And this is painfully honest, and when I say it, I vomit On cloudy days when I'm salty, I play the hate to the logic State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me nigga My mama raised me a profit, I play for dollar incentive And when I'm walking, it's studded And half retarded, I stumble to where she park when she visit I *** the bottle and chug it, I see the car in the distance I know the dark isn't coming, for the moment, if I could hold it You see, you see, it seems that All my dreams got dimmer when I stop smoking pot Nightmares got more vivid when I stop smoking pot And loving you's a little different, I don't like you a lot You see, it seems like I'm coming back, I gotta handle business Vanished to my sleeper seat, left you at terminal three I'll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks A fortnight, when you parade my homecoming, don't cry You know I can't live in any place I visit To live and die in LA I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day But I be sleepy, OCD, and paranoid So, give me Bali Beach, no Mali please Palm, no marijuana trees, your hickeys on my A-order And tattoos you could only see when I'm playing surfboard I put whiskey in that salt water, I emptied every canteen Just to wear that straight edge varsity you think's cool They thought me soft in high school, thank god I'm jagged Forgot you don't like it rough, I mean he called me a faggot I was just calling his bluff, I mean how anal am I gon' be When I'm aiming my gun, and why's this mug all bloody That was a three-on-one, standing ovation at Staples I got my Grammys in gold, polka dots on my bread I'm not supposed to be stunting, it's all melodic this song I catch this vibe in my sleep, but I'm just jet-lagged as all And restless, all my dreams got more vivid when I stop smoking pot Nightmares got more vivid when I stop smoking pot Loving you's a little different, I don't like you a lot I mean, *** I don't know what we're about, what good is west coast weather If you're bipolar, if I'ma need this sweater I'd rather be where it's cold, where it snows I see how it goes, I put the flowers in bowls I know they're coming in droves, you'll only miss when it goes Yeah, I think that's it When it goes