Put It Past That

bitch u cant spell me like curses, woke up out the dessert nothin sweet bought droughts u word it, couldn't put it up i put it past that 3 thirty, racin thru my mind i had a stash that'll hurt you, pull up in suburban and i pull up on her curtains, so many missed calls i aint worried bout im workin, u check that engine light again i kno them niggas lurkin, i promise ima fight until the end and thats for certain never intended life to be a struggle limelight wit a hustle dont fuck around and fumble get ya mind up on the duffle i kno oldskool from a puzzle do yah thang a mystery like goin up in history will give you life where u can breath get my mind right it now seem so fuckin clean, i release my self esteem and then the spirit breakthrough straight out the flesh not goner time will only tell it wise the stoner im alone to self, i belong to self the health is wealth stay fresh to death, like super select