XIX - World Of Alternative

{Hook}
I live in a world of alternative
I do too much, I am a journalist
They want all of my preservatives
They want me as observative

{Verse 1}
Ran up on all of the cards
Feel like I’m flying to mars
Running for million yards
Don’t wanna hold them bars
Go stay with your regards
Imma stay with the records
Imma stay with the records
This isn’t something you heard (Lets get it)
I remember one time I thought this was a dream
Me making music for the world with me and my team
With girls jumping for me, turn themselves into fiends
Now I realize that that shit is not even a dream
Past the damn blunt till we get too high
The shit that I seen is not a eye to eye
With this damn blunt I feel like I can fly
The sky is the limit that is just a lie
Wanna go home with some big racks
Big cash, big money, big sacks
I can’t fuck with you if you be smoking blacks
Count it up, band it up, big stacks

{Hook}
I live in a world of alternative
I do too much, I am a journalist
They want all of my preservatives
They want me as a observative