Awake and I'm yawning
Get me some head, then get out tha bed, it's 6 in tha morning
Whut can be said, this life I done lead this is tha story
I'm cool with myself, not with tha wealth and missing tha glory
From views thats distorted, tha mission important
Follow my heart thru deep hidden torment, to reach an afforded degree of amore in
Tha breeze and tha trees, and seeing it storming
Appreciate please cause we will be gone in
Off in a better place secretly warning
Our guardian angels uniquely be soaring
Going outside tha box seeking tha foreign
You taking this chance, well meet me before then

I'm a herder with mine
known to serve Tha Devine
They serious, its a game, so tha verbals and rhymes
To them is a Manhattan Project, I see it as Turtles in Time
Where everyone from Franklin to Squirtle can shine
Take herbals and wine
To leap over hurdles and fly
Just to live life rich, a lot of people most certainly try
You gotta get yours if you want it, thats on my balls, and my word is B
O-N-D, Conoundrum succumbed to when you study hyperbole

I'm bound to see, and achieve tha wildest dreams
After this pound of weed, I'm kicking these childish thing
And taking it down wit knees, ...so I can be something niggaz proud to see
Submerged in love, surrounded peace, outside myself I'm down to be
And view myself as now a king, but without tha crown of bling
And live tha proof that it is tha truth and tha powers now in me
Tha choice is A or B, if I can I make a C
When it comes to materials, leaving it here and go, can't take it wit angels wings

We gotta hit tha road
But lets blow this L before we GO
On a different note
Gotta step outside so we grow

I'm a herder with mine
known to serve Tha Devine
They serious, its a game, so tha verbals and rhymes
To them is a Manhattan Project, I see it as Turtles in Time
Where everyone from Franklin to Squirtle can shine
Take herbals and wine
To leap over hurdles and fly
Just to live life rich, a lot of people most certainly try
You gotta get yours if you want it, thats on my balls, and my word is B
O-N-D, Conoundrum succumbed to when you study hyperbole

We gotta hit tha road
But lets blow this L before we GO
On a different note
Gotta step outside so we grow