Sitting on the couch, blowing all the smoke out sipping on the beer can stout Floating on a cloud, looking at myself on the TV screen now Thinking all about, what I'm all about man what I'm gonna do in this life Fading right away, enjoy the fucking day you can't do this shit twice In this game, the clock's running out you only get a few lives Fighting for your life you're running rounds thinking about the good times Sitting on the couch, blowing all the smoke out sipping on the beer can stout Floating on a cloud, looking at myself on the TV screen now On the TV screen now On the TV screen now On the TV screen now Coffee table, will you hold all my drugs? I'm unable to cope without all this stuff

Last night my dream was lucid I saw a familiar face translucent A relic from the past a poltergeist It was a ghost with blueish eyes Was it an angel? Or the Devil in disguise? I fell asleep watching TV Before long I was dreaming A sense of dread surrounded me It stirred the tea and got me sinking I could barely move my voice was muted There we stood in the sewage Choking on a cloud of pollution Just to buffer the solution I woke up in a stupor A bead of sweat on my upper lip Trying to recall if I knew it Taste of salt and I was sure as shit Last night my dream was lucid There was a ghost, with blueish Was it an angel? or the Devil in disguise?

In my car going too far it's too early, I'm too swervy. Fuck this! I'm just trying to get a buck quick before I kick the bucket. Uh. Fuck it! These dolla dolla bills y'all they killing me ya'll feeling me? It's all just some villainy. I'm so high I broke the ceiling with an uppercut Fucking tired but you know I'm still up for stuff Uh. Trying to glide like I'm skateboarding Trying to make beats like I'm tape hoarding Late more than showing up on time, I'm working on my off time Uh. Party for the weekend, work for the daily You can call me Carson Daily Running through the forest like I'm Forest Gump Running through the forest like I'm Forest Gump This right here a fucking nightmare I'm suicidal to the fullest I hope my dreams ain't lucid I know the trigger I pull it try to catch a bullet Trying to hang from a rope, trying to shoot dope Trying to talk to a pope, turn me onto a god He looked at me said "nope" and said "I see your facade" I'm like du fromage I'm like anglaise nah Just keep sitting on couches just keeping puffing a lot Huffing puffing a lot I got a lot of dreams with me please brain don't pop I keep it in the garage Just wanna write raps that don't cost a dollar cause there's no more note pad now fuck that's the dollar Just wanna write raps that don't cost a dollar cause there's no more note pad now fuck that's my dollar Uh. Uh. I'm not a scholar I'm just a broke kid. Uh. Just a kid Chip on my shoulder size of mutha fucking boulders Keep getting older, another page in the folders Another scoop of the folgers, another drop in the cup Another cut on my wrist, another drop of the blood Can't stop it at once, I ain't stopping for none I'm making this shit for me, man my profits are none And my logic is dumb, man my skills are so stupid Make you all fall in love, with my music I'm cupid Still in a dream now it's lucid Turned dark now it's useless Take a spark to the reefer, now my brain I can use it Call me curly I'm jewish, feeling squirrelly like Dan Feeling so sacrificial that we serving up lamb And you know I'm the G.O.A.T Don't even laugh at my joke Don't show up to my funeral you'll probably laugh when I choke As far as shit that I write you'e like the last with the most See me in my old grave snorting ash and some coke Asking bags of some dope Spilled tears in a row Come and talk to my ghost, we'll play some ball and go home While we conversate down the road now it's late and I'm home All this hating is old now fucking get stoned All this hating is old now just fucking get stoned Uh. Fuck it! Fuck it whoooo!

Lost my $$$$$ making snow angels No halo, no I'm no angel No way to go I'm so lost Lost my $$$$$ making snow angles No halo, no I'm no angel No way to go I'm so lost Lost my $$$$$ Lost my $$$$$ Lost my $$$$$ Lost my $$$$$ making snow angles, No halo, no I'm no angel No way to go I'm so lost Lost my $$$$$ making snow angles, No halo, no I'm no angel No way to go I'm so lost

Getting faded on the back porch Rolling papers on my passport Shooting baskets off the backboard Grilling burgers in the back yard Like in summer back when I was a sophomore That was when I started smoking pot more And I stoped for... nothing Still hanging with the kids who I grew up with And we grew up quick, yeah time flys Always trying to pass it it bye by getting high Rolling reefer up on my diploma Burning blunts like incense because I love the aroma Just chilling on my back porch Rolling weed up on my passport Just chilling on the back porch Rolling weed up on my passport Getting faded on my back porch Rolling papers on my passport Just chilling on my back porch Rolling weed up on my passport