Hi-Dea's - Classified

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

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

Aight let me try something different

Bring the strings in

And I’ve been trying to write a love song for my girl since I met her

Something real romantic like let’s get fat together

Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the couch eating whatever

Watching movie clips with taco chips and nacho dips and peppers (mhmm)

We had a couple ups and down and made it through

Love each other, our family, our sex and our food

These are words flowing on my pencil on this instrumental

Or maybe I should switch it up a bit adjust the tempo like

I change the beat if the topic ain’t working

Fall on the floor that’s perfect sounds current

Following the formula is that what you stand for?

How come all these douche bags keep running the dance floor?

Douche douche douche bag

Do it like this and you too can make a douche hit

You talking big game but never gonna do shit

Your girl ain’t smelling right tell her douche it

Dance, nah fuck it back to the music

I had this hi-dea about rock and roll

And how I think it’s similar to the way that hip hop will grow

They thought it was a fad made by African Americans

And no mother or dad wanted any children hearing 'em

Hated by the church they called it devil music

Now these Christian rock bands encourages kids to do it

Time changes everything I see it right now

It ain’t just hip hop or rock & roll it’s a lifestyle

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, yeah

And now I’m getting so high (x2)

I was goin' to write a track called clichés, just talk about all those clichés

you see

Those clichés you hear in life

I was goin' to write a track called small town, I come from a small town

When things are a little bit slower

Everybody knows your name it’s just a little different

I was goin' to write a track called I know I shouldn’t do it but I love too

Like smoking this weed, guilty pleasures

Yeah crazy hi-deas