Rollin' Balls

[Verse 1] I can't stop till my mind's a mess Spend the weekend trying to rest The next week with the side effects I'm terrified to die in the fiery depths But more scared of life, anxiety, stress I'm still trying to guess who you're trying to impress Looking hard mate, haven't had your vitamins yet? Get right up in step with the basics Red pill, blue pill, nothing but party in the Matrix Neo "The One", reload the gun Then blast at the agents, past information's Gone with a memory lapse Seen a mate from the past and I buried the axe Feeling very relaxed In fact, it's like "Peace to you brother" Never leave your peeps in the gutter, teach and discover Reaching another like Telecom It's the medicine, get it on like Lebanon [Hook] Everything but the room is shaking, lose the bacon Losing the plot from the biccies I've taken Feeling like a vacant lot, I'm rollin' balls And I like it a lot, you don't stop When the room is shaking, lose the bacon Losing the plot from the biccies I've taken Feeling like a vacant lot, I'm rollin' balls And I like it a lot, you don't stop [Verse 2] I got a bunch of old mates in the place, we bout to roll face And a honey in the back that said we're soul mates Put the record on loud and it sound incredible Didn't even worry bout Monday's medical But don't forget it's a federal crime To feel this damn good in a very short time I'm "Born to Roll" like Masta Ace You staggering, arrogant, plastered mate Half a case, glass to face Heard women love a bastard, gripping on her arse and waist Nice fella gone basket case, on the alcohol That's why the Vents stay down to roll Sniffer dogs at the park jam looking for drugs But I could drink till I'm lying in a puddle of blood I could drink till I'm beating up my kids and wife But two pills in your jeans is a record for life, alright? [Hook] Everything but the room is shaking, lose the bacon Losing the plot from the biccies I've taken Feeling like a vacant lot, I'm rollin' balls And I like it a lot, you don't stop When the room is shaking, lose the bacon Losing the plot from the biccies I've taken Feeling like a vacant lot, I'm rollin' balls And I like it a lot, you don't stop [Verse 3] Yo, and I'm gurning, burning, piping hot Going up like Everest, climb the rock Teeth falling out my mouth cause I grind a lot Even Suffa's like "Vents, man it's time to stop" I pop biccies and rock cities, everywhere I'm touring And I know it's bad, but it's better than the boredom I'm forcing the love, serotonin to flood In your synapse, no compassion without drugs In your blood, nothing above, God is dead So bob your head, you killed him, gone to bed It's the sleep deprived with the bloodshot eyes And a hole in my mind about a gunshot size I'm facing out till I'm passing out Anybody acting hard, kick the bastard out It's the roller, told ya, nothing but an E thing Two days without eating, rollin' balls [Hook] Everything but the room is shaking, lose the bacon Losing the plot from the biccies I've taken Feeling like a vacant lot, I'm rollin' balls And I like it a lot, you don't stop When the room is shaking, lose the bacon Losing the plot from the biccies I've taken Feeling like a vacant lot, I'm rollin' balls And I like it a lot, you don't stop