Fuckin' drugs got me— Drugs got me spiritual Fuckin' drugs got me— Numb I'm in my living room Why the good will struggle, tryna' see a bigger picture Painting scriptures bout the trials of a young street nigga Mad weed and liquor got me wylin' Any day could hold my final hour So I appreciate my mama smilin' She tried to tell me no weapons against me prosper I've been sinning so much that praying to God is feelin' awkward These bright lights I see how they turn niggas to monsters I'm just runnin' through my field of dreams like Kevin Costner Church, but don't find me in attendance 'Cause I feel if niggas is pretending they're not in his image Don't judge me, a little testy, and the line is thinnin' So much trouble in my mind, spark a lie and get me twisted Can you dig it? I'm insane nigga, never find the same nigga Dancin' in the rain high off pain killers And he depressed sittin' next to the Smith and Wesson And in case I feel like questionin' Is there really a heaven? I'm gone So, nigga, ask when they look at you They see more than your physical I think these drugs got me spiritual These fuckin' drugs got me spiritual Still young and dumb, going numb in my living room Fuckin' drugs got me— Drugs got me spiritual Fuckin' drugs got me spiritual When they look at you Still young and dumb going numb in my motherfuckin' living room My eyes lower than my bucket, bruh Tryna' avoid my future turnin' grim while wylin' in this world of sin Doing ninety switchin' lanes on the van wyck Without a care, exhaling of the last hit They wanna' know how from living, right? Read between the lines, open your mind and see the world through my eyes Weed by the zip extending my high Mix the hoes and ice with balcony view to keep my mind tight Back in the day, they tried to play me like a Sega Now all these bitches throwing roses at me like I'm vega Shit, I guess I came up from cheifin' on the dutch And makin' Cali runs just to spend funds like I'm major Motorola pagers on hipster neighborhood gangsters Had me dreamin' at an early age to get this paper Now we collecting pay cuts Living out in London next stop is Italy the rest is iceberg history So, nigga, ask when they look at you They see more than your physical I think these drugs got me spiritual These fuckin' drugs got me spiritual Still young and dumb, going numb in my living room Fuckin' drugs got me— Drugs got me spiritual Fuckin' drugs got me spiritual When they look at you Still young and dumb going numb in my motherfuckin' living room (Sounds like music to me)