I'm a mood to tell a story of how it all went down
It was all for the glory
And nobody thought nobody thought
It would be like this staying up all night writing this shit
Losing everything that I got
Tryna prove I'm the best now what
And all that left me was a broken heated shell of myself
Retarded failure
How the fuck that happen gotta go back to the days when
I was on that Marta bus still are shut up
Tryna show these niggas how it all started Spanish Trace
Bout around time Mik got his blunt laced with some Cali hard
But it turned him into the walking dead
It was sad as fuck seeing my best friend zombified and I was never gon be the same
Til' my grandma came through with a thousand dollar loan
She told me to be careful not to spend it in one place
But I just cannot seem to help myself I wanna be in outer space so
Set up that meeting and tell him to come over we gon be doing business for a minute
That package it came he sent it and what's in it that loud pack
I was in the back in my room it was '05 setting up Protools for the first time
Damn Trell you alright in there hell naw
I'm a mood to tell a story of how it all went down
Tell you the rest later
I know ya'll attention span short as fuck
RTA3
Yeah yeah yeah
I was in the mood to tell a story