Thinkin Bout Cops

Slightly Stoopid

As the sun going down I'm thinking to myself,
if this life is my heaven, why am i going through hell?
And if there's nothing at all then only time will tell,
so I try to make money with these drugs that I sell.
They try to put me in jail if police find me,
can't smoke (something), you know i gotta be free,
I know that drinking and driving lead to DUI,
So I try to stay sober when I drive on this side (when I'm driving this high?)

Thinking bout cops and then one passes by,
Don't mean i got some fuckin psychic mind,
Looking for life before it passes by,
When the time comes I will be ready to die,
And I won't love them once more, they try to kill you,
Thinking of shit, you know they cannot refuse,

They mark up on letters to inscribe me
The girls that you know i will never find,
girls on the street ain't like the ones in my mind,
And now i speak to my brother cause he speak the truth,
when i like it girl, i'll fuckin bust in two?