Verse 1 [Chuuwee]:
My My miss American pie ..
Drove my 4 door chevy down to the levy the levy was dry .. I was expecting to die ..
How you expect to try .. everything that I accept is a lie
Everything that We believe in is false .. that's the reason that we living in strife
Pain killers while I'm living this life
Heartbreaking what I did to my wife ..
Breathtaking if you give me a mic ..
Death faking when I get in the light ..
Best selling when I get in the stores ..
Sold out tours give me applause
So close I can taste it for sure
Bittersweet but I'll take me some more
Baby steps but I'm thinking abort ..
Do it bigger get the fuck off the porch ..
Go harder the fuck is you doin ..
Turn it up you ain't making no noise
Voices telling me I'm coming up short
Spliff rolling mixing ganja and ports
Niggas bitching like the time of the month
Walked up on him now he calling the boys
How can I rearrange shit . Everything is steady changing
It's a miscommunication with them everyday .. why we speaking different language
What's the matter with the game ? Everybody screaming gang .. everybody wanna bang ..
What the point in selling drugs .. what's the hustle now everybody tryna slang
I never dabbled I'm fate . I don't have much faith
I don't have much time . I have don't much to lose I don't have much at stake
Tryna grab me a plate . Ima pass on the shrimp pass me a steak
Smoking dope till the train leaves .. eating shrooms till my brain bleed ..
Trying hard to maintain things is the only thing I'm on lately
Only going out if it pays me
The fuss and fighting just pains me
But I dust it off can't Stain me ..
Stan Lee can't create me
I can sense the feeling niggas hate me
But I can't be seen in HD screen
Bridge: tell me where did I fall
Tell me where I went wrong
Am I pulling dead weight for the long haul
Guess it's up for me to call
Tell me who do I call everybody phone off
Such an empty call log ..