A song I made about music and how perennial that shit is. The lyrics are

Just blazing bowls and growing old
When my story ends it won't be told
But what lives on is the music

I've been living my life day by day
Memories going by, they wither away
Songs that I write, the music I create
They always stay the same, they never fade away
So I'll show you all my tunes, now tell me how you feel
It makes me feel alive the way that music's real
It speaks to my soul, it makes me feel whole
I lose control, the sound of the notes

I'm just
Blazing bowls and growing old
When my story ends it won't be told
But what lives on is the music

I gather up my shit, my guitar case
I'll never call it quits, that's what I say
Flowing bars throughout the day yeah
Playing guitar is my thing yeah
Collect myself, these flows will be the end of me
I can't rhyme words, my memory's the enemy
That's right, my rhymes collide, jesus christ
I was here before B.C. Lord guide me to my destiny
I am all for anarchy, but I am not the enemy
No, noooooo

'Cause I just been
Blazing bowls and growing old
When my story ends it won't be told
But what lives on is the music