Welcome Home! P-Tree (Ft. BANKS, Happiest Kid In The World & Weed Don't Care)

Freebase my freestyles
Smoke my stanzas
Hopeless romantic
Hope I don't
Cramp or slip
The record of life
Keep skipping
I'm tripping off it
My buddies tipped me off to it
I miss you all aw shit
I'm hunched in the hall pissed
And twisted with balled fists
There's holes in the wall again
I'm balling and defeated
Been brawling these feelings
So long the audience
No longer seated
All he gets is armored demons
Who're meaning to pop his ceiling
I'm healing though sealing the holes in my home
Less revealing now
Looking to my people
Like you peer at clouds
A bit relieving how
I can walk in this bitch
And they calm my feelings down
How can I give up
With my trees around
I can breathe now
I can't even see the ground
Wonder how I even frowned
Before it wasn't black it was a sour diesel cloud
I can call it easy now
Flick my ash and tip my hat
Just to please the crowd
And P-Tree's out