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(I gotta a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with
instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my
I think that I came to a conclusion..//
I too much (drink too much)//
too much (think too much)//
cope too (sink too much)//
broke too (stink too much)//
I think I 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 of Simeon//
sitting in sin with a stripper Cinnamon//
silence inside when I'm spitting synonyms//
violence, I write over rhythms I'm
I feel 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
I spit it hella tight and then I let you go pick up chin//
you be coming right, or you won't ever pick it up again//
and empowered by the same substance//
scour for the flower the pain ruptures//
shower me with powder, sniffing buckets//
I gotta it up but I can't - fuck it//
into my eyes, I'm destroyed inside//
I'm and high, it would be a joy to cry//
but it's never gunna happen, cuz I can't shit//
I lost all my highs and lows from getting lit//

(I gotta a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my body and my mind pollution//
instead of a thought or a rhyme, I the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think I just came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too (drink too much)//
too much (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 let myself fake it//

2]

Something right//
when they're about to cut off all your gas and your lights, but there's bud in your
and Bud Light in a bucket of
so you can just and say 'fuck it' and chug it all night//
but budget ain't right//
and you barely can budge because under the spell of your vice//
and your liver is paying one of a price//
but there no telling you twice//
you're with the roll of a dice//
you gunna fold up or
when it's holding you tight, the grip is 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 to dip the whip//
cuz you done pissed a and hella hit the spliff//
and a D.U.I. just ain't the to get//
can't have baby took away by the C.P.S. and Mr. Smith//
you gotta find a

(I gotta a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with
instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my
I that I just came to a conclusion..//
I too much (drink too much)//
too much (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 is so real, I won't let myself fake it//

3]

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

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