When It Gets Too Good Remix

[Verse 1] See the elegance That I can't put in to these words Search deep inside what I blurt It seems absurd cuz of all you heard But that boy bring truth straight outta that light Drank the serum Watch shapes appearing Fuck I think I'm losin my mind Fuck I think thank I really might die I Tend to open my eyes So Nothin comes as surprise I survived Got the soul of an ancient ass nigga Misunderstood by a hatin ass nigga Matter fact you should be hailing that nigga When you wake up you'll be thanking that nigga Eric J Just a name for a body with a soul fulla gold Where they aim for your body tryna fill it fulla holes Killer pose on the stoop, drink soup when ya sick Just a kid in this bitch Tryna get it how I live Stuck in the cycle of repenting for my sins But this isn't what I wish I was born on the 6th of the second month So I feel like Marley when I roll a blunt Feel like Gandhi when I'm high as fuck You'll feel like god if you take a puff And I Promise you won't ever wanna come back Jump back in life sorta feelin like a thumbtack Kinda like you stuck at the place that they put ya in If you wanna find peace then look within If you think it's that money then look again I swear all my niggas gettin booked in pen Cuz they ont know the secret that them bitches been keepin And it's killin me inside Shit it's killin me inside [Hook] I been stuck on feeling yo energy So stuck on feelin yo energy That I can't let go when it gets to good I can't let go when it gets to good I-I-I Drank my heart to the bottom Then I fill it back up Fill it-fill it back up Cuz I need a way to wash down this box of chocolates [Verse 2] What's life to a nigga that exist What's death to a nigga that ain't shit Questions in life need answers Cuz I know this ain't it It's the same shit I been tellin niggas for a long time Learned about the truth thru my third eye The ultimate reality Is something of a fallacy Equate it with these words as a universal battery That never stop Tick don't tock (Why you watch) Shit don't flow (By a clock) Smoke weed til the world all lowercase All my problems gone away Til that day I remain on my grind RIP Nay you remain on my mind Ain't bothered by a nigga who hatin on rhymes Cuz he prolly don't know better He prolly beefin with a nigga that he grew up wit cuz the nigga rep the other side So his childhood friend ain't allowed back in til he get his muthafuckin colors right What the fuck am I thinkin tryna talk to em I know these words never got to em Man I can't stand it Givin a fuck When erybody else take em for granted Such a fucked up planet Everybody ratchet Ain't no more passion Love come in passin And it's always words it don't ever come in action Unless comin in the action Then they come like an attractions That lust insatiable That thirst for the most unattainable Is the reason we here and we hate it so