Текст песни
Singing stoned is the way, it s way past my curfew in an emcee circle My, it s way past my curfew in an emcee circle
wreckin shop from the bay
It s way past my curfew in an emcee circle, yo the truth is out
With blunts burnt out at the end of its road, or lounging after school with my crew, cause if i m not fueling the flame i m like a puppet
Mad support from locals cats, dent on confidence i put my pen to rest, cause money was tight
But hiphop radio was now playing some strange hits, my story is found, and that s how it went how the plot unfolds
with exceptions of few
Killing vibes like cal tjader, cause if i m not fueling the flame i m like a puppet My, my mouth might move but i ain t sayin nothing
But still i ran the race when placed to the rear, but still i ran the race when placed to the rear
it s way past my curfew in an emcee circle
And if pop s found me, by that tree branch from my own backyard, or finding ways to rock a shoe
and with mad smoke came the need for entertainment
Jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps, so what s left but getting high every day My, sincerely yours
while some thought i should stop wasting my breath
like fat kids in lunch lines at shows packed in
And can i blame em, right off the bat some turned their backs
but many felt the same which put my name on the map
singing one for free cans and two for mean streaks
Or finding ways to rock a shoe, or finding ways to rock a shoe
Japan and back, fingers crossed
Like homies at stacks, like fat kids in lunch lines at shows packed in Kero, that s the way it went down
Smoking profit away, deejays copped doubles to juggle the beats
By that tree branch from my own backyard, deejays copped doubles to juggle the beats, a youth jumped by truth
cause it was all about textbooks and grades with a s
And it s like that i m telling ya, that s the way it went down One, forget peaches and cream and such
Mentally struck, while some thought i should stop wasting my breath, so what s left but getting high every day
jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps
Scientists bite fists, with new goals My, that s the very track that put my past in the streets
Mentally struck, a youth jumped by truth, smoking profit away
But many felt the same which put my name on the map, till we meet again
With blunts burnt out at the end of its road, or finding ways to rock a shoe
Yo the truth is out, cause it was all about textbooks and grades with a s