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

1}

Fuck your opinion, kind of Simeon//
sitting in sin with a stripper Cinnamon//
silence inside when I'm these synonyms//
violence, I write rhythms I'm riddling//
I like I'm a kid again the moment I pick up a pen//
get me to the mic and I'm to rip it up again//
I it hella tight 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 empowered by the same
scour for the flower the pain ruptures//
me with powder, sniffing paint buckets//
I give it up but I can't - fuck it//
look into my eyes, I'm 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 and lows from getting lit//

(I gotta 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)//
broke too (stink too much)//
I think I need help, but won't let 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 gas and your lights, but there's bud in your pipe//
and Bud Light in a bucket of
so you can just shrug and say it' and chug it all night//
but that ain't right//
and you barely can because you're under the spell of your vice//
and your liver is paying one of a price//
but there no telling you twice//
you're dealing with the of a dice//
you gunna fold up or
when holding you tight, the grip is colder than ice//
how you getting fucked up there's nothing in your fridge//
and your kid go to get some shit//
but too drunk to dip the whip//
cuz you done pissed a and hella hit the spliff//
and a D.U.I. ain't the gift to get//
can't have baby took away by the C.P.S. and Mr. Smith//
you gotta a solution//

(I find a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my 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 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 is so real, I won't let myself fake it//

3]

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

(I find a solution)//
why I'm 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
I think I just 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 won't let myself it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let myself it//