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Two fat blunts had to smoke myself,

pretended to still be sick and needed no help,

why spend nights with wastes, if i was broke,

they'd be no friends cause i couldn't smoke,

so i choose to go more solo, shoot first,

grab a pen and paper so the memories don't get worse,

this life of mine is a curse, it hurts, it's fine,

cause we only have one and this one is mine,

music will be the way to empty out my soul,

daily, like when i use the toilet bowl,

cause my soul mostly keeps shit, constipated,

but i refuse to quit, must be frustrated,

damnit i hate it, why can't we be,

everything last Summer i swore i could see,

can't have been mistaken, i saw something in your eyes,

then slowly watched it die til there was nothing left but goodbye.