its the ides of march, you can find me in the middle of a glass like the tides apart i raised my cup to the sky and let my mind depart everythings beautiful as far as i can see thats horizon art twenty one years ago, 19, 91 by the sunrise, my mom had her first son, today as the sun sets ill be settling into drunk and until the morning comes, ill be pouring it up same day that caesar fell, same night we got drunk raised hell, hit up the t bell i dont smoke, but its a open invitation for my paper holders to roll up a sweet L leaning in my seat, meditation diggin deep every little detail im bout to ingest that vodka poppin shots until tomorrow so if you got that blunt light it up so if you got that cup you better fill it up (x2)
