Quality grade A green, marijuana hygiene,
Chemical flowing through my head,
I can't remember anything, my short term memory,
But my addiction is finally fed,
So I get to the point, I roll another joint,
And forget the things I just said,
Erase this reality, fucked up mentality,
My eyes are bleeding bloodshot red.
But how can I feel this good,
Don't wanna be misunderstood,
Cause I am feeling okay,
Think about quitting another day.
My love for methamphetamin
gives me a full head of steam,
though my brain always seems to spin,
going fast the way it seems...
even there in my dreams,
reliving all the places I have been,
know it's not good for my health...
puts a dent into my wealth,
seems to always leave me feeling grim.
So racing through everyday
full speed all the way,
at least I am looking slim,
and doing downess for my pain
knowing too may make me insane,
and I end up feeling rather numb,
nodding out in the rain
searching for someone else to blame,
somehow believing this needs to be done,
sleeping my way through the game
everyday just the same.
For kicks I end up with none,
time for a new thrill... maintain my freewill,
'til the next battle is won, could this be here to hurt us
is there a hidden purpose,
or should I not worry instead,
I don't want my head to explode
to suffer an overload,
just make it through where I am being led.
But how can I feel this good,
don't wanna be misunderstood,
I'd do better if I could,
Cause I'm feeling okay,
love you forever and a day,
and I'll might be quitting another day.
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