wulf wood

as i sit here and smoke this blunt

i realize i got a lot of people mad at me

men and women

but

oh well

it does not matter to me

i can't give no reasons for the way i be

i know i'm complicated but that's just a part of me

i try to fix emotions but that's hard for me

cause i don't give a fuck about a lot of things

since i was a youngin' i knew a lot of things

i say more than what i should have if you asking me

you see stewart forest cove

and my old house is where my heart sleeping for eternity

they say why you mad i say don't talk to me

you say the wrong things i break your arteries

the violence i construct it feel like art to me

i do it easily

i know i'm off the edge

but that comfort me

i remember memories and destiny

i put my back into the black sand and i fell asleep

nowadays

i don't rest so easily

i might say a lot but i don't say everything

i know things that can't be said so openly

i know things that folks don't know that's close to me

i know people lie that's why none close to me

i'm just smoking weed tryna find the truth about a lot of things

bitch