Classified - Hi-Dea's lyrics

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
Its back to the draw board let’s
Give them what they calling for
I've met 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