IHopeYouGood

[Hook: Toby Priest] I hope you good, I hope you bad I hope you pissed, I hope you sad I hope you good I hope you good I hope you miss seeing my ass I hope you get what you ain't have I hope you good I hope you good [Verse 1: Toby Priest] Think about Good Friday, tripping acid Say I'm sorry, you sick of that shit Been a sap since shit got rough like brillow pads is Now I'm vexed with the audio Still take a lot for me to party though Work two jobs now I'm hardly broke Need marley though Shit got me gassed like cardio All on my own, I was deep in the city Off, so I gotta get gone Writing shit down, riding through town Then I had a vision of us getting it on How I feel low when I'm so damn high? I could be the king of this whole damn sky And I'm gon' sing til the water goes dry Part of my team? Bitch you outta your mind And I'm out of mine too Feel like I'm off in the ocean Wanna drink but the bar isn't open Hotboxed, now I'm coughin' and chokin' Phone rang twice, but I'm gone for the moment I'm running out of this cess That I've been puffing out of this chest Tryna make something out of this mess [Hook] [Verse 2: Toby Priest] They done dug 'em up a hip-hop artist Smoke pot like I'm top charted Duck off, I get bombarded I'm up and down like the stock market and I don't know exactly where to go But I'm just tryna find somewhere to smoke I'm in another damn league with this music shit Not a damn thing to confuse it with I could be slappin' a bassline But then I'm on stage rapping, it's ludacris Let me out of this place I'm in These muhfuckas ain't my friends "Tell me how's that make you feel?" Me rapping don't make no sense.. Ok I meditate like everyday and I Workout, but no heavy weights and I'm Smoking right where the levee breaks and I Kind of hope you get a belly ache I'm still running out of this cess That I've been puffing out of this chest Tryna make something out of this mess [Hook]