Hi-Dea’s Classified

[Hook]
Sometimes it feels like
All I do is make beats smoke weed
And come up with these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas
I just make beats smoke weed
And come up with these hi-deas

[Verse 1: Classified]
I took a puff puff pass, before I finished touching up the track
Now my minds racing in circles and running laps
Trying to figure what to write and come up with these raps
But I’m struggling and fighting trying to surpass my past
Scribbling these words with these concepts and topics
Feeling like my vocab has almost been exhausted
I’m burning out trying to come up with these hi-deas
Like here’s an idea
I write a song about what I love and hate
Like I love to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches
I love getting drunk but hate it the next morning
Hate the sound check, but always lovin' the performance
Love for the ladies with a lot of self confidence
But hate the attitude learn to take a fucking compliment
Hate for the critics and nah forget
Its back to the draw board let’s give them what they calling for
I've met so many people and been so many places
That’s why I want to write a song called forgotten faces
A lot of friends have come and gone and I’ll always remember them
But I can’t put a picture in my head that resembles them
And these are real friends that I hung every day
They built my character and attitude in many ways
From my teacher to my coaches to my school yard friends
Maybe someday I’ll see your face again
What a hi-dea