Lyrics:

It’s like I’m always guessing
But now I’m always stressing
So now I’m always rapping and I’m ghettysburg addressing
One thousand one voices that are telling me my choices
Close my eyes and all I see is metamorphosis
Standing on the edge maybe this could be my fate
Ain’t it crazy how you start to think when every things at stake
Yeah I tried to keep my cool and I tried to stay sedate
I told myself I’m fine and that every thing was great
Well am I overthinking as I watch my boat sinking
I think the moment passed 'cause my eyes stayed blinking
I'd tell you that I’m kidding 'bout these words that I am spitting
But the fat lady's singing as I feel my soul lifting
No it aint a funny joke as my words go up in smoke
‘Cause the second that I woke I went and smoked my bag of ______
Nope, nothing ever turned out the way that I had hoped
It’s the daily horoscope that will make yourself choke
So now I’m floating in the water cause my boat couldn’t float
I guess I did it to myself I guess I self provoked
I’m waiting on the day that there is no more confusion
Do what makes you happy and stop feeding me pollution
That's it I quit cause I’m sick of all of it
I’m trying and I’m working but you never see shit
Yeah, you never see shit
What’s a hoes motives?
Well I don’t give two shits
Now baby do you mean it
Do you really fucking mean it
I'd say that I'd believe it but this shit just keeps repeating
Don't grab my hand if I’m not your only man
I’m not looking for some trash so go find a garbage can
I’m having an epiphany, I wonder what you think of me
Its happening so frequently my eyes can see it vividly
Yeah and it’s Jesse with an E and I’m with the company
So don’t fuck with me

So pour another beer, pack another bowl
Drink it for the days ahead and smoke it for your soul
Jersey in the evening and the city in the night
Smoke it for the stress I know every things alright, right?

Yesterday was like today but whatcha gonna do
The same shit, the same toilet, but the plumbings new
These fools blinded by subliminals
Just look what you’ve become into
Some of you I even used to run with too
But now I know the truth
Smoke some doobs and I’m flying with the crew
If you in the way you should move with precision
Guess the rhythm
Cause yeah I got the groove
I’m sick like syphilis with swine flu
Hate living in a cloudy Sunday
But if you think about it every runway’s a one way
The ball’s been tossed no wait that was a pump fake
Me and Dolo getting baked that shit was like a bundt cake
Gotta live with it I guess, I’ll probably never win best dressed
But give me this mic and I surely will confess
Today was like yesterday
I shoulda just slept