Tres Pound

(Yeah, yeah)
I was lookin' for a way out
But couldn't book it on the Greyhound
So I put my first tape out and
Now they got no-thin' to say now
It's like I'm wavin' a tre pound
Tellin' suckas to lay down
Sayin' it didn't have to be this way

I'm on one; really I done too much
My hobbies include badness, smokin' dutch
There was this group that I had, but yeah
We're broken up
And since I drove across the country we ain't
Spoke a bunch
I'm not a stranger to the Greyhound;
I'm always somewhere else
Different folks from different cities
They all forward to the house
Different boys, they come with me
And they know what I'm about
I'm real fuckin' stupid; act different when I'm out
I might be a fuck-up but I love being mimicked
Cuz I'm fucked-up; it's like I feel it in snip-its
I'm numb-drunk and this dumb blunt
That blunt has got me high
I wonder if I can fly
'Cause on this roof, I feel I'm touching the sky
I feel God wander by
To try to look into my eyes
[...?] simple reply
But I'm and atheist; I fuckin' love sinnin'
Like I fuckin' love drinkin' and
I fuckin' love killin'

So I bust up weed
So I can fuckin' love livin'
(ha!) no offense but
I'm never {...?} driven

I was looking for a way out
But couldn't book it on the Greyhound
So I put my first tape out
And now they got, no-thin', to, say now
It's like I'm wavin' a tre pound
Tellin' sucka's to lay down
Sayin' it didn't have. to. be. this. way