Hi-Dea’s Lyrics

by 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 Im struggling and fighting trying to surpass my past
Scribbling these words with these concepts and topics
Feeling like my vocab has almost been exhausted
Im burning out trying to come up with these hi-deas
Like heres 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
Its back to the draw board lets give them what they calling for
Im at so many people and been so many places
Thats why I want to write a song called forgotten faces
A lot of friends have come and gone and Ill always remember them
But I cant 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 Ill see your face again
What a hi-dea

Aight let me try something different,
Bring the strings in

And Ive been trying to write a love song for my girl since I met her
Something real romantic like lets 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 aint working
Fall on the floor thats 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 aint 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 its 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 aint just hip hop or rock & roll its 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 Im getting so high [x2]

I was goin' to write a track called clichs, just talk about all those clichs you see
Those clichs 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 its just a little different
I was goin to write a track called I know I shouldnt do it but I love too
Like smoking this weed, guilty pleasures
Yeah crazy hi-deas