[Verse 1]
I sentence every sensible soul
To bold reflection intelligence and definite goals
Choose direction and never let the negative hold
Question the mould they set you in and never dissolve
Clever and old? Whatever I'm a cynical man
With cynical plans to settle in and spit for the fans
And make beats for my psyche, they're like
"How d'you sleep at night?" I said I don't
I smoke weed until I see the light
And please don't forget where your dreams are
I'm all hands up for some quiche and a clean start
I don't wanna find myself dreaming as my peeps pass
Skeech ask the question and leave after lesson four
Lesson talk: weed is your enemy, less is more
And everyone's a friend to me I guess unless we've ever fought
I never thought anything would ever be as good as this
Scribbling my book of wish, twisted with a crooked wrist

[Scratches]

[Verse 2]
And this is for my pot rubbing wishes
I've still got my sister mother hot food and missus
Feet up in the summer as I cotch food to Christmas
And distance myself from any cocks goons or dickheads
Pisshead, a little but I try
I've been taking smaller sips mate I ain't gonna lie
I'm not as mad as I used to be, people seem to humour me
Instead of piss me off and leave me fuming in a room of freaks
Beef I used to need, and feed upon it greedily
What a fucking waste of time and weakness it seems to me
So speak to me, deeply as an equal
And teach me to be every piece of every living sequel
And help me learn a lesson, I don't deserve the tension
To speaking out of bravery I won't reserve the question
And don't be scared of answers if you're brave enough to punish me
It's funny seeing fun love and meerly under currents deep
[Scratches]