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(I find a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my body and my mind 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)//
too much (sink too much)//
broke too (stink too much)//
I think I need help, but won't let myself it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake

1}

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

(I find a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my and my mind with pollution//
instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my
I think that I just 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 need help, but won't let take it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake

2]

Something ain't
when they're about to cut off all gas and your lights, but there's bud in your pipe//
and Bud Light in a of ice//
so you can just shrug and say 'fuck it' and chug it all
but that ain't right//
and you barely can budge because under the spell of your vice//
and your liver is paying one hell of a
but ain't no telling you twice//
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 up when there's nothing in your fridge//
and kid wanna go to get some shit//
but too drunk to dip the whip//
cuz you done a fifth and hella 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 find a solution//

(I gotta a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my body and my with pollution//
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)//
hope too (think too much)//
cope too (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 let myself fake it//

3]

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

(I find a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my and my mind with pollution//
of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic 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 I need help, but won't let myself take it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let fake it//