Ease your pain-that wasnt close to reality
Lately I've been poppin to prove mortality
Morality in the lyrics is a falsified testament
So I came up with this as a second vent
And I'm feelin a little buzz-but nothin really
Not like them fools blazin that laced philly
Silly bastards don't even know what they doin
shit rolled in dust-I felt it when they blew-in
Me-i'ma stay safe with these acidic laxatives
Downed with some accompanied additives
Big red in the cup now I'm swirling out
Throwin up and I'm gurgling out
Askin for a hit of somethin to ease the stress
Someone to get a bucket and clean the mess
A rag to clean my chest and a new pair of shoes
Fuck it-get me some prostitutes and booze

Pop one and two I'm feeling a buzz
Pop three and five-everyones my cuz
Throwback a few bottles yea I'm faced
Yo I think these prostitutes shit was laced
Pop one and two I'm feeling a buzz
Pop three and five-everyones my cuz
Throwback a few bottles yea I'm faced
Yo I think these prostitutes shit was laced

Now I'm stumbling down the street in socks
Cant see straight-these corner cats offerin rocks
Dippin in my wallet-pullin shit out they ankle
It seems they gettin at me from every angle
I'm blackin out cant really function
Gravity pullin me into a downward suction
And I'm just going with what I'm feeling
As soon as I started fallin-I was touchin the ceiling
With a gang of niggas hollerin for me to spit
But I'm over the limit and cant think of shit
Cant remember one line and just lookin for a high
Hangin out this fifth floor window-I wanna fly
But my ankles tied with a pair of hands
They plantin their feet in some grungy vans
Sayin don't do it-youre just trippin out
I'ma kick em and I'll be flippin out

Pop one and two I'm feeling a buzz
Pop three and five-everyones my cuz
Throwback a few bottles yea I'm faced
Yo I think these prostitutes shit was laced
Pop one and two I'm feeling a buzz
Pop three and five-everyones my cuz
Throwback a few bottles yea I'm faced
Yo I think these prostitutes shit was laced

That sorry bastard got help and pulled me in
Now I'm spewing in the corner zipped pants peein
I'm in socks covered in puke blood and piss
Some big red a couple dissolved pills-whats this
Some chicks numbers and a few AnR faxes
It looked scribbled-all I could read was taxes
Back-owed-I don't really care at the moment
I use to be drug free-but now i'ma condone-it
Cuz u goofy clowns aint listenin anyways
So i'ma join the party and split my days
Twelve hours of sleep and twelve popped
I'll sleep on the streets just to get em copped
Cuz I'm shakin like a diabetic when I need a fix
Fuck my homies tellin me I sound like shit in the mix
I'm just tryin to live-we only got one life right
Let me hit this shit-if I need it-I'll die tonight