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(I find a solution)//
why I'm up my body and my mind with pollution//
instead of a or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that I came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too (drink too much)//
hope too (think too much)//
cope too (sink too much)//
broke too (stink too much)//
I I need help, but won't let myself take it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let fake it//

1}

Fuck your opinion, some kind of
sitting in sin with a stripper Cinnamon//
silence when I'm spitting these synonyms//
violence, I write rhythms I'm riddling//
I feel like I'm a kid again the I pick up a pen//
get me to the mic and I'm about to rip it up
I spit it hella tight and then I let you go pick up chin//
you better be coming right, or you ever pick it up again//
and empowered by the same substance//
scour for the flower the pain ruptures//
shower me powder, sniffing paint buckets//
I give it up but I can't - fuck it//
into my eyes, I'm destroyed inside//
I'm paranoid and high, it would be a joy to
but never gunna happen, cuz I can't feel shit//
I done lost all my highs and lows from lit//

(I find a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my body and my with pollution//
instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that I came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too (drink too much)//
too much (think too much)//
cope too (sink too much)//
too much (stink too much)//
I I need help, but won't let myself take it//
how I is so real, I won't let myself fake it//

2]

Something ain't
when they're about to cut off all your gas and your lights, but bud in your pipe//
and Bud Light in a bucket of
so you can just shrug and say 'fuck it' and chug it all
but that budget ain't
and you barely can budge you're under the spell of your vice//
and your liver is paying one of a price//
but there ain't no telling you
you're with the roll of a dice//
you fold up or fight?//
it's holding you tight, the grip is colder than ice//
how you getting fucked up when there's nothing in your
and your kid wanna go to get shit//
but too drunk to dip the whip//
cuz you done pissed a fifth and hit the spliff//
and a D.U.I. just the gift to get//
have your baby took away by the C.P.S. and Mr. Smith//
you gotta find a

(I find a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my body and my mind pollution//
instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I that I just came to a conclusion..//
I too much (drink too much)//
too much (think too much)//
cope too (sink too much)//
too much (stink too much)//
I think I help, but won't let myself take it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake

3]

Somewhere inside of me, something has gotta be me//
seems every side of me teams up, and rivalry steams up what me//
splits at the seams, fits in my dreams//
and my diary spits out and 'why'd you lie to me'//
so will I finally be who I try to
or will I succumb to the inside of me//
young and dumb, now in need of sobriety//
but having fun is of my notoriety//
an part of my place in society//
losin' the boozin's like a side of me//
if I usin', I wonder who I would be//
but it's been in my genes like the in my pocket//
my head feeling like it's been to a rocket//
I put it in motion and now I can't it//
any day now the bubbles pop//
I gotta find a

(I gotta a solution)//
why I'm up my body and my mind with pollution//
instead of a or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that I just to a conclusion..//
I smoke too (drink too much)//
hope too (think too much)//
cope too (sink too much)//
broke too (stink too much)//
I think I need help, but won't let myself take
how I is so real, I won't let myself fake it//