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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 of wine as my contribution//
I that 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 take it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let fake it//

1}

Fuck opinion, some kind of Simeon//
sitting in sin a stripper named Cinnamon//
silence inside when I'm spitting synonyms//
violence, I write over rhythms I'm
I feel like I'm a kid again the I pick up a pen//
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 be coming right, or you won't ever pick it up again//
devoured and empowered by the same
scour for the flower when the ruptures//
shower me with powder, paint buckets//
I gotta give it up but I can't - fuck
look into my eyes, I'm destroyed
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 from getting lit//

(I find a solution)//
why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with
instead of a thought or a rhyme, I the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that I came 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 fake it//

2]

Something right//
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 it' and chug it all night//
but budget ain't right//
and you barely can budge because you're under the of your vice//
and your liver is paying one of a price//
but ain't no telling you twice//
you're dealing with the roll of a
you fold up or fight?//
when it's holding you tight, the is colder than ice//
how you getting fucked up when nothing in your fridge//
and your kid go to get some shit//
but you're too drunk to dip the
cuz you done pissed a fifth and 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 and my mind with pollution//
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 feel is so real, I won't let myself fake

3]

Somewhere inside of me, something has gotta be guiding
seems side of me teams up, and rivalry steams up what driving me//
at the seams, having fits in my dreams//
and my spits out and screams 'why'd you lie to me'//
so will I be who I try to be//
or will I succumb to the evil inside of
young and dumb, now in need 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 it's been in my genes like the sack in my
my head 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 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 need help, but let myself take it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let fake it//