NO MORE TEQUILA

[Medhane]
This shit hit me like a migraine, frigid air
Shifting thru the prisms i could feel it near
Know my mama raised me natty i can’t pick my hair
Hit my lair pull up on me have that spliff prepared
We could build from there
Put one in the air
We gon keep it clear, can’t compare
Grief was deeper here, come from where the love was rare
For war we all prepared
Can’t fit the shoes i wear
I feel like cinque
Conveying free faith
All for the peace sake
Was up for 3 days
I couldn’t see straight

[Hook]
Problems in a row
Bottling my soul
Was honest from the go
Gotta let it go