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(I gotta a solution)//
why I'm up my body and my mind with pollution//
of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think 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 need help, but won't let myself 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 named Cinnamon//
silence inside I'm spitting these synonyms//
violence, I write over 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 spit it tight and then I let you go pick up your chin//
you better be coming right, or you won't ever it up again//
devoured and by the same substance//
for the flower when the pain ruptures//
shower me with powder, 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 never gunna 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 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 just 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 need help, but let myself take it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let fake it//

2]

Something right//
when they're about to cut off all your gas and lights, but there's bud in your pipe//
and Bud Light in a of ice//
so you can just shrug and say it' and chug it all night//
but that budget ain't
and you barely can budge you're under the spell of your vice//
and liver is paying one hell of a price//
but ain't 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 fucked up when nothing in your fridge//
and your kid wanna go to get shit//
but too drunk to dip the whip//
cuz you done a fifth and hella hit the spliff//
and a D.U.I. just ain't the gift to
can't have baby took away by the C.P.S. and Mr. Smith//
you find a solution//

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

3]

Somewhere of me, something has gotta be guiding me//
seems every side of me teams up, and rivalry steams up what driving
at the seams, having 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 to the evil inside of me//
been and dumb, now in need of sobriety//
but fun is part of my notoriety//
an interagal part of my place in
the boozin's like losin' a side of me//
if I wasn't usin', I wonder who I would
but it's been in my genes the sack in my pocket//
my feeling like it's been strapped to a rocket//
I put it in motion and now I can't stop
any day now the gunna pop//
I find 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 and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I that 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 let myself fake it//