The Flat Mars Society - CWTH

She said, she said
She said, she said
She said, she said
Lotta shit to talk about
Not too much that I could say
Who the fuck am I anyway
That anyone would wanna hear
Or gave a fuck what I think
I don't know
Ain't it crazy how today these folks say one thing
Then it changes by tomorrow
Like the weather
When it rains, it pours
But I swear to God
Swear to Buddha
Swear to Jesus Christ
I need a decent slice
A piece of pie or even easy as it
Call it cake and had it too its classic
Case of people want a piece of mine
I just want to find some peace of mind
See the call then I just hit decline
Had this happen least a hundred times
Zoning out I'm off an ounce and on the couch
I'm sinking in my visions cloudy
All the walls they spin around me
When they fall I hear the sound but
I don't really give a fuck
I just want to live it up
I don't need a
I don't need another thought in my head
So I keep on killin 'em
Tell me when it is enough
Till then I'ma do what I do best
Chill with the homies
I've been running through the jungle
Back to the bag don't fumble
Hop skip and the jump rope over the rooftops
I see who's-whos and the who's nots
Stay lowkey got cash in a shoe box under the mattress
I'm over top watching the Boondocks
And I'm waiting on a punchline
Kickdrums hit one time
Sip something to unwind
Dark room but the bud light
Buggin' out like a fly on the wall
And I'm high till I fall
Cause the view's so good
When the touch like Midas
The world gets heavy to hold even though
The looks are deceiving
Cause everything shining is gold
But what is the price of it all
When the weight is too much for your patience
Doctor a drink to escape
But the mind plays tricks and its dangerous
I'm wondering if I should stay
While anxiously fading away
Its crazy ain't it
She said, she said
She said, she said
I don't really give a fuck
I just want to live it up
I don't need a
I don't need another thought in my head
So I keep on killin 'em
Tell me when it is enough
Till then I'ma do what I do best
Chill with the homies
Chill with the homies
Chill with the homies
Chill with the homies
Chill with the homies
Keep on
I'll keep holding on
At least I can't say that
All hope is gone
Chill with the homies

Written by:
Ben Kauffman, Jonathan Farrington

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