I know it don’t make sense, and I don’t expect for you to know what it’s like

Smoke, drink, piss, sniffing everything in my sight

Push rocks in a pipe

Lift off, I’ll keep puffin’ ‘till my lips turn white

And my chest gets tight, but who the fuck really cares

When you’re so far left that even death looks right

All I can do is hope for the best and pray, 

that it gets a little better than yesterday

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