my rap

Tipsy they call it. Some say the're good. Come with me into my hood. I sit here and think. My brain on the brink, of falling into the unknown. I dont want love, just a good time. Roll with me to get this dime. We'll smoke so good, we won't never come down. We'll run through the woods. Find a tune... roll the sounds. Soar like the eagles, then kiss the ground. We'll toke again, and hit the sky. This fire I smoke keeps me so high. I'll jump on top, and ride so hard, everyone will hear, even in the yard.