amillahhighlife

okay, the weed don't stop the craving for love.
it only blurrs most of the faces when i'm in the club.
it don't change my mood just makes me more introspective. like i need help seeing things from my perpsective.
calming though,
nothing calms a man like ass!
and i have no harlots no muse no lass.
limited cash no funds for fun
summers over all fees are hiding buns
days get shorter limited sun.
i attempt to avoid my other poison
a bottle of jameson
i justify being high
by being on point
so if i'm always on point,
you think the fees would flock.
but its the off kliter
true alocholics and lushes
that garner smiles and cause blushes
in rosey cheeks
rouge ronins chic
in dirty diesel denim
filthy mouths
true vulgarity they spout
but according to the fees i peeped on SG
thats the way to be.
but i aint that jaded
but damn i'm green with envy
acutally lets get it straight
i'm green from sensi
simply put
my good staus is starting to falter
i ponder of fly fems from far of yonder
who will appreciate a real nigga
possible potential lover
not just your average well dressed smooth motherfucker.