Breezy Days

Wake up/

3 in the mornin/

make a man feel/ like he aint got no worries/

just squeeze a glass of oranges, please/

I don't want it below 40 somethin' degrees/

cos then my knee disease gets teased, actin up/

increasing in pain till i feel deceased/

so i light a jay, tryna get some release/

it's like night and day, just feelin' the ocean breeze/

i wonder how long it'll be/ till i regret little days like these/

feel it all ease up in my spine/ what better way to spend my time/

than with my homies/ so throw these 'no-drug' pamphlets/ out the room/

with my roomies/ make way for another two-piece/

sun's out, niggas got guns out/ but not a glock or 911 but a shirt w no arm cutouts/

its armageddon/ and ima get em/ playin call o' duty while offendin'/

all these lil kids bendin' their dicks tryna get women who stink/

take a moment to think/ could be out havin' a drink/ jerkin off/

doin a Genghis Khan in the sink/

but they all on the brink/

havin' to see a shrink/

about two or three times a week/

being all discreet about my 3 day heroin streak/

makin me all weak and fuzzy/

tryna get a lil bit of a buzz/ before i go out in the city/

with an empty tummy/ suddenly feelin' a lil funny/

watchin two hares and a naked bunny covered in hairs/

tryna get off on a hot summer day/ but nothins funner/

than havin' a say on what happens to ya/ when you're going all cray/

gettin' to stay at a mates house/ though next morn you're washin shit out/

cos you puked on the carpet/ but it doesnt matter cos you washed it/

three or four times after four or five lines of coke/ each time I OD/

like a cat with nine lives/ i survive/ ready to strive again for the next/

divide in my party primetime/ scrubbin' off remnants of slime/

homies rubbing off on me like a bukkake/ though im on a spree/ actin

like all yall dont even phase me/ though i hate to see/

the disappointed faces that I dont believe/ cos they cannot be/

the same fuckin faces that raised ole me/

i let em down/ partying in town on breezy days/ cos its easy

though its cheesy to say/ but i may lay back for all of May/

wait, its December already? I've dismembered my memory/

mates tellin' me i can't keep goin if i care/

about the people that dare/ to even try to help/

a sorry motherfucker like/

 

sorry doc/ got a little lost in the fog/

my brain races cos it raises memories/

too many for these short sessions we have/

(I feel like you're mixing the good and the bad of your memories)

what would you know/ all you ever do is nod your head and say hello/

when i walk in this room/ you act like you know me?/

im an addict, though see im boasting three separate elements of my being/

why you gotta talk down to me all the time? Feedin me lies and feeling sublime/

cant take a hint so you feelin' alive though you wastin my time?!

(How do you feel?)

bit better doc, sorry/ feels like a crime to talk that way to you/

cant help it though, feel so used/ like the truth in the words you speak/

make me feel like ive been weak/ never took the reigns/

our time is over isn't it?

(Yep, I'll see you next week)