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[Chorus]
(I gotta find a solution)//
Why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//
Instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that I just came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too much (drink too much)//
Hope too much (think too much)//
Cope too much (sink too much)//
Broke too much (stink too much)//
I think I need help, but won't let myself take it//
How I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it//
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[Verse 1}
*** your opinion, some kind of Simeon//
Sitting in sin with a stripper named Cinnamon//
Silence inside when I'm spitting these synonyms//
Violence, I write over rhythms I'm riddling//
I feel like I'm a kid again the moment I pick up a pen//
Get me to the mic and I'm about to rip it up again//
I spit it hella tight and then I let you go pick up your chin//
You better be coming right, or you won't ever pick it up again//
Devoured and empowered by the same substance//
Scour for the flower when the pain ruptures//
Shower me with powder, sniffing paint buckets//
I gotta give it up but I can't - *** it//
Look into my eyes, I'm destroyed inside//
I'm paranoid and high, it would be a joy to cry//
But it's never gunna happen, cuz I can't feel ***//
I done lost all my highs and lows from getting lit//
[Chorus]
(I gotta find a solution)//
Why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//
Instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that I just came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too much (drink too much)//
Hope too much (think too much)//
Cope too much (sink too much)//
Broke too much (stink too much)//
I think I need help, but won't let myself take it//
How I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it//
[x2]
[Verse 2]
Something ain't right//
When they're about to cut off all your gas and your lights, but there's bud in your pipe//
And Bud Light in a bucket of ice//
So you can just shrug and say '*** it' and chug it all night//
But that budget ain't right//
And you barely can budge because you're under the spell of your vice//
And your liver is paying one hell of a price//
But there ain't no telling you twice//
You're dealing with the roll of a dice//
You gunna fold up or fight?//
When it's holding you tight, the grip is colder than ice//
How you getting *** up when there's nothing in your fridge//
And your kid wanna go to get some ***//
But you're too drunk to dip the whip//
Cuz you done pissed a fifth and hella hit the spliff//
And a D.U.I. just ain't the gift to get//
Can't have your baby took away by the C.P.S. and Mr. Smith//
You gotta find a solution//
[Chorus]
(I gotta find a solution)//
Why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//
Instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that I just came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too much (drink too much)//
Hope too much (think too much)//
Cope too much (sink too much)//
Broke too much (stink too much)//
I think I need help, but won't let myself take it//
How I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it//
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[Verse 3]
Somewhere inside of me, something has gotta be guiding me//
Seems every side of me teams up, and rivalry steams up what driving me//
Splits at the seams, having fits in my dreams//
And my diary spits out and screams 'why'd you lie to me'//
So will I finally be who I try to be//
Or will I succumb to the evil inside of me//
Been young and dumb, now in need of sobriety//
But having fun is part of my notoriety//
An interagal part of my place in society//
Losin' the boozin's like losin' a side of me//
If I wasn't usin', I wonder who I would be//
But it's been in my genes like the sack in my pocket//
My head feeling like it's been strapped to a rocket//
I put it in motion and now I can't stop it//
Any day now the bubbles gunna pop//
I gotta find a solution//
[Chorus]
(I gotta find a solution)//
Why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//
Instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that I just came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too much (drink too much)//
Hope too much (think too much)//
Cope too much (sink too much)//
Broke too much (stink too much)//
I think I need help, but won't let myself take it//
How I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it//
[x2]