Off My Mind - Old Man Saxon

These vices got their grips on me

Especially when this world steady shits on me

I’m on that puff puff don’t pass (can I hit that man?)

It’s better if you don’t ask (naah nah)

Got me on some hater shit

Cause my week’s longer than my paper is

Maybe I should take a fifth

With a dime piece, make a spliff

Sit back, take a bit

To think about all the shit that I’m faced with

Everything I’ve been going through reasons I’m not complacent

Niggas that’s been fake to me, how I’m making my bacon

Deep breath, calm down, take sip, hit

What?

What’s wrong with that?

I’m just tryna relax and get it off my mind

Cause I’m already up there don’t ask me every time

Cause you know what’s up

And you know that

I’m blown, but (what's wrong with that?) what’s wrong with that?

I’m just tryna relax and get it off my mind

Cause I’m already up there don’t ask me every time

Cause you know that I’m drunk, but (what's wrong with that?) what’s wrong with

that?

Man I don’t need you remind

How this could be my demise dog, cause if it is, at least I’ll be happy in the

meantime

Said I’ll be happy in the mean time

They saying I should settle down, I reckon

Got too much on my plate, don’t think I should get seconds

Niggas saying kick the habit

Same shit every time

Yelling mind over matter

But does it matter if I don’t mind?

Or should I spend my whole time

On this Earth just dedicated to stressing

Inhaling the green got my comprehending the lesson

Better with my discretion

I can’t be mad when the shit hit the fan if I throw it in that direction

Dying inside’s a blessing

Keep with your holy talk cause I’m not tryna impress him

Most of my niggas destined to be popping a Smith & Wesson

While I’m cool, calm, collected smoking on that wreck shit

You don’t even have to question

What’s wrong with that?