Lyrics
I’m in Logan just strollin, hoping crooked cops ain’t even scopin
I ain’t provoking, I just know them dudes are very bogus
I’m trying to focus, picturing my magnum opus
Staring at society realizing that its broken
Smoking, breathe vaporize right in front of my eyes
& I can’t tell if its this weather, my words or my life
I’m gonna fight, I’m the gritty, witty, windy city type
Knives stickin out my back but I still feel alright
Sometimes I’m high, trippin staring at the sky & lake
Thinking if everything I see is really in front of my face
Or if everything I see is just perfectly placed paint
Or if everything I see is just perfectly placed paint