Bad Trips (Interlude) Video (MV)

I remember eighteen on that lyin', quittin', skippin' shit
Graduated high school then fell right into that trippy shit
Mentally addicted paranoid the feds gon get me with
Some distribution tickets for the zips that I was flippin shit
I really got to trippin' had no trust in those I kicked it with
Made a choice I couldn't go, I ain't bring a permission slip
Blood sweat tears is what every verse is written with
And I coulda went to jail if they didn't prove me innocent
Always wrong as hell I would get a job then quit the shit
Fell behind in bills ignorin' calls from these collectors quick
Not looking out for self and my mind I ain't respect the shit
It took a lotta f*ckin up for me to sit reflect a bit
Now my heart I just protect the shit
Inside my head my weapon is
Was selfish and it's definite
A Stubborn lack of etiquette
But have you ever met a kid that owns up to his wrongs?
Probably have lemme ask, did he put it in a song?
Did he take you back to grade 10 the first time he hit the bong?
Or remind you how it feelin' to be lyin' to your moms?
Man imma end this talk cuz shit it's goin' too long
Shouldn't ever let the past come to define the path you on
What?
Word
(Top Floor)