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The cloudy ambition of a stoner, the future is he will soon be a goner,
life is soup, you can eat it with a spoon or,
fork it like you forked your life, just to go five/five with a cyph.

The stepping stones have cracked, the water has eroded your support,
you were given life by the unforgiving courts, I'm a burn out I'm a wart,
don't spill your guts so easily, don't speak with loose lips to friends then make them an enemy.

I've got a better confession, I am too many peoples fool,
room feels abused and used, yet that five is what I always choose,
I am too far gone, no use trying to find my way home.

I watched them sing, for two seasons got goosebumps,
my problem was I wanted what I was seeing so badly, I didn't realize we could've make our own Glee,
well I've passed those speed bumps, my life is all about bumps,
it's all about driving lowly, open road awaits in the horizon...
you'll see