Woo-hoo
Ahh ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Motherfucker
Ahh-ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Woo-hoo
Ahh

30 was an age that I'd be lucky to pass
Addicted to prescription, alcohol, and smoking on grass
My brother, brother
Not very fond of
What I was doing
Could you blame him for not visitin'
To witness abusin'
And it was
High time that only something would click
You see this, high mind was only getting a fix
So tell me what the fuck I'm s'posed to do, it's obvious quit
It's all mind over matter
Cutting what doesn't fit
Fucking up with my loved ones for something that's like a tick
Fuck all the stupid parties and times that I don't exist
The times that I'll never miss
The life that I'll never get
The irony that I'm writing this sober for like the fifth
Time, not fond of liquor the difference between the rich
And those that just don't have a lot, habits are needing fixed quick
Whew
That's opposite of the quick fix

Huh, yeah we all wanna fix right?
Zaza every night finna hit right
Cyanide to your drive to commit like
Standing the mirror but something just doesn't sit right
Uhh, so listen baby just sit tight
And watch me go from piece of shit to I'm the shit like
Everybody else it's still a struggle to get shit right
Uhh, the quick fix in a fist fight

Yeah, I still battle with the urges
Encouragement from demons
Jesus? Need a word
How come I only see these reasons to diverge?
The seasons when I splurge
Indecency emerges
Wide open windows let the birds in
Kamikaze, Osama gonna bring the virgins
Don't mind me only speeding because I'm mergin'
Emergencies never happen except I'm swerving, yah

Can't stop living for this quick fix shit
Can't stop living for this quick fix shit
I, Need the quick fix
The quick fix
The quick fix
Can't stop living for this quick fix shit
Can't stop living for this quick fix shit
I, Need the quick fix
The quick fix
The quick fix
The quick fix