Drugs Got Me Spiritual (feat. Remy Banks)

Fuckin' drugs got me—

Drugs got me spiritual

Fuckin' drugs got me—

Numb I'm in my living room

Why the good will struggle, tryna' see a bigger picture

Painting scriptures bout the trials of a young street nigga

Mad weed and liquor got me wylin'

Any day could hold my final hour

So I appreciate my mama smilin'

She tried to tell me no weapons against me prosper

I've been sinning so much that praying to god is feelin' awkward

These bright lights I see how they turn niggas to monsters

I'm just runnin' through my field of dreams like Kevin Costner

Church, but don't find me in attendance

'Cause I feel if niggas is pretending they're not in his image

Don't judge me, a little testy, and the line is thinnin'

So much trouble in my mind, spark a lie and get me twisted

Can you dig it? I'm insane nigga, never find the same nigga

Dancin' in the rain high off pain killers

And he depressed sittin' next to the Smith and Wesson

And in case I feel like questionin'

Is there really a heaven? I'm gone

So, nigga, ask when they look at you

They see more than your physical

I think these drugs got me spiritual

These fuckin' drugs got me spiritual

Still young and dumb, going numb in my living room

Fuckin' drugs got me—

Drugs got me spiritual

Fuckin' drugs got me spiritual

When they look at you

Still young and dumb going numb in my motherfuckin' living room

My eyes lower than my bucket, bruh

Tryna' avoid my future turnin' grim while wylin' in this world of sin

Doing ninety switchin' lanes on the van wyck

Without a care, exhaling of the last hit

They wanna' know how from living, right?

Read between the lines, open your mind and see the world through my eyes

Weed by the zip extending my high

Mix the hoes and ice with balcony view to keep my mind tight

Back in the day, they tried to play me like a Sega

Now all these bitches throwing roses at me like I'm vega

Shit, I guess I came up from cheifin' on the dutch

And makin' Cali runs just to spend funds like I'm major

Motorola pagers on hipster neighborhood gangsters

Had me dreamin' at an early age to get this paper

Now we collecting pay cuts

Living out in London next stop is Italy the rest is iceberg history

So, nigga, ask when they look at you

They see more than your physical

I think these drugs got me spiritual

These fuckin' drugs got me spiritual

Still young and dumb, going numb in my living room

Fuckin' drugs got me—

Drugs got me spiritual

Fuckin' drugs got me spiritual

When they look at you

Still young and dumb going numb in my motherfuckin' living room

(Sounds like music to me)