Hi-Dea’s(Explicit) - Classified

Hi-Dea's (Explicit) - Classified (卢克·博伊德)
Sometimes it feels like
All I do is make beats smoke w**d
And come up with these hi-deas
Crazy hi-deas
I just make beats smoke w**d
And come up with these hi-deas
I took a puff puff pass
Before I finished touching
Up the track
Now my minds racing in circles
And running laps
Trying to figure what to write
And come up with these raps
But I'm struggling
And fighting trying to surpass
My past
Scribbling these words
With these concepts and topics
Feeling like my vocab has almost
Been exhausted
I'm burning out trying to come up
With these hi-deas
Like here's an idea
I write a song about
What I love and hate
Like I love to get the munchies
But I hate the stomach aches
I love getting drunk
But hate it the next morning
Hate the sound check
But always lovin' the performance
Love for the ladies with
A lot of self confidence
But hate the attitude learn to
Take a f**king compliment
Hate for the critics
And nah forget
It's back to the draw board
Let's give them what they calling for
I'm at so many people
And been so many places
That's why I want to write a song
Called forgotten faces
A lot of friends have come
And gone and
I'll always remember them
But I can't put a picture
In my head that resembles them
And these are real friends
That I hung every day
They built my character
And attitude in many ways
From my teacher to my coaches
To my school yard friends
Maybe someday
I'll see your face again
What a hi-dea
Aight let me try something different
Bring the strings in
And I've been trying
To write a love song
For my girl since I met her
Something real romantic
Like let's get fat together
Sometimes nothings
Better than sitting on the couch
Eating whatever
Watching movie clips
With taco chips
And nacho dips and peppers
Mhmm
We had a couple ups
And down and made it through
Love each other our family
Our sex and our food
These are words flowing
On my pencil on this instrumental
Or maybe I should switch it up
A bit adjust the tempo like
I change the beat if the topic
Ain't working
Fall on the floor that's perfect
Sounds current
Following the formula is that
What you stand for
How come all these douche
Bags keep
Running the dance floor
Douche douche douche bag
Do it like this and you too
Can make a douche hit
You talking big game
But never gonna do sh*t
Your girl ain't smelling right
Tell her douche it
Dance nah f**k it back
To the music
I had this hi-dea about
Rock and roll
And how I think it's similar
To the way that hip hop will grow
They thought it was a fad made
By African Americans
And no mother or dad wanted
Any children hearing 'em
Hated by the church
They called it devil music
Now these Christian rock bands
Encourages kids to do it
Time changes everything
I see it right now
It ain't just hip hop
Or rock