D.M.T - Nites in November

What's with these Bitches please
My emotions for my cheese
Double Ds What I need
Side of coleslaw with my weed
Potent green wake me up
I don't mean to take enough
Pond of weed Make it four
Plant my seed to make some More
Baby please I can see
What they tend to not believe
Real easy Don't believe me
I can not say a thing
What it is What it's not
Questions when I'm too high on Pot
No one seems to get the pic
Why we out here on a limb
When we flopping like a fish
I have learned to fend for mine
And to show up right on time
I'm in line right, Right outside
Empty six pack in my ride Yea
No one in sight Yea
But I'm alright I'm fine
I'll meet you all inside
I'm alive I will strive
All that bullshit is just fine
And I find within time
All that bullshit left behind

Written by:
Anthony Munoz

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