[Hook: O'My's] (x3)
These days I've seen my best
Need be lay me to rest
Smoke, drink, relieve my stress
Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess [Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
(Swear to God this the only time I've used this flow)
I'm older than man, I died and I rose again
I left these holes in my hand just so you know who I am
An alien, extraterrestrial, ET's a mini me, you understand?
Look what I did, smoke like a chimney
Then after that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's
So many styles I write with a ghost
Like I had a**istance, but this is just dope, dope
Bottles of Belaire, the prince is the freshest
Tree by the elbow we get for the LO
So I should be happy, but this sh** is stressin'
Staring at heaven like ''f** is perfection?''
I'm popping downers to deal with depression
Cause when you the plug here come the finessing, finessing
Smoking dope with the hitters
Don't know no new n***as and business is business
Can I get a motherf**ing witness? [Hook] (x2)