Hi-dea's Lyrics - Classified - Classified

Sometimes it feels like 

All I do is make beats smoke weed 

And come up with these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas 

I just make beats smoke weed 

And come up with these hi-deas 

I took a puff puff pass, before I finished touching up the track 

Now my minds racing in circles and running laps 

Trying to figure what to write and come up with these raps 

But I'm struggling and fighting trying to surpass my past 

Scribbling these words with these concepts and topics 

Feeling like my vocab has almost been exhausted 

I'm burning out trying to come up with these hi-deas 

Like here's an idea, 

I write a song about what I love and hate 

Like I love to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches 

I love getting drunk but hate it the next morning 

Hate the sound check, but always lovin' the performance 

Love for the ladies with a lot of self confidence 

But hate the attitude learn to take a fucking compliment 

Hate for the critics and nah forget 

It's back to the draw board let's give them what they calling for 

I'm at so many people and been so many places 

That's why I want to write a song called forgotten faces 

A lot of friends have come and gone and I'll always remember them 

But I can't put a picture in my head that resembles them 

And these are real friends that I hung every day 

They built my character and attitude in many ways 

From my teacher to my coaches to my school yard friends 

Maybe someday I'll see your face again 

What a hi-dea 

Aight let me try something different, 

Bring the strings in 

And I've been trying to write a love song for my girl since I met her 

Something real romantic like let's get fat together 

Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the couch eating whatever 

Watching movie clips with taco chips and nacho dips and peppers (mhmm) 

We had a couple ups and down and made it through 

Love each other, our family, our sex and our food 

These are words flowing on my pencil on this instrumental 

Or maybe I should switch it up a bit adjust the tempo like 

I change the beat if the topic ain't working 

Fall on the floor that's perfect sounds current 

Following the formula is that what you stand for? 

How come all these douche bags keep running the dance floor? 

Douche douche douche bag 

Do it like this and you too can make a douche hit 

You talking big game but never gonna do shit 

Your girl ain't smelling right tell her douche it 

Dance, nah fuck it back to the music 

I had this hi-dea about rock and roll 

And how I think it's similar to the way that hip hop will grow 

They thought it was a fad made by African Americans 

And no mother or dad wanted any children hearing 'em 

Hated by the church they called it devil music 

Now these Christian rock bands encourages kids to do it 

Time changes everything I see it right now 

It ain't just hip hop or rock & roll it's a lifestyle 

All I do is make beats smoke weed 

And come up with these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas 

I just make beats smoke weed 

And come up with these hi-deas, yeah 

And now I'm getting so high I was goin' to write a track called clichés, just talk about all those clichés you see 

Those clichés you hear in life 

I was goin' to write a track called small town, I come from a small town 

When things are a little bit slower 

Everybody knows your name it's just a little different 

I was goin' to write a track called I know I shouldn't do it but I love too 

Like smoking this weed, guilty pleasures 

Yeah crazy hi-deas 

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