iphones do everything :0..
lyrics were suppose to be:


it will leave one late morning 

dont be too worried about it

itll cast the sheets from your silver bed 

shakes its head brakes your heart aw bae

theyll be gone

you might run amuck sometimes drunk

well hey im just trying to be honest

how selfish am i now to write and sing about 

how youre feelin again



yeah some days i have that dream where

im waking post world war three

must not have heard the sound 

now theres no one left around

whys everyone staring at me



stuck out in the crowd

through the day smoke an eighth a’pound 

sometimes im six six im six stories tall

too high and far from the squad

so ill make a different pact with god

aw i guess there’s no more trap shit tonight

not until tomorrow


east pac struck a chord some far off place 

where the corruption is modest

thick glass glasses girls whale on guitars

yeah in the cool dusk of august

life is pastoral

neon colors in the shape of a lotus

the ghetto is well hidden but

the temple is handsome and polished

inside instead of silver sheets

you cast away your guilt and live in solace

but home where im bound

august will melt you right down

but the weed is cheap



so im dropping you line

if you decline don’t return to sender

no they cannot bring it back to me

gonna live by the sword

oh my lord im about three fourths sober

im afraid of the things i might do

in the usa

southpaw