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I don't smoke or drink just for the hell of it Stress'll have me bent, and the anger makes me fly Abusing all this greenery just to get by I remember them days when we s'posed to get high The drinking was a weekend thing, now I need a six pack A few shots of liquor just so I can get my focus back A government conspiracy, I'm throwing up my sign Now my stmach's all messed up, I'm throwing up my wine can't think straight, my tolerance done elevated Now I need a twelve pack, to get my mood back to a lady Damn, love the baby, hate the mama drama Smoke and drinkin, point blank period you could hold the comma Gotta pause cause my nerves bad I hit a J, but a bag's what I wish I had Plenty bills but a job won't pay enough I keep drinkin, the world's gonna stay rough And you wonder why I blaze?, to cope with these rainy days To exercise my mind, help me take the pain away Wonder why I drink? to get through the sunny ones Bring the anger through me, sayin "Get to the money son" But it's hard to get the cheese So weed and alcohol bring me everything I need And this game called life is putting me on my knees Gimme a case of Red Stripes and some of that Oooh Wee! I got so many problems on my hand, that I stay drunk, stay zooted that's why I rhyme, cause to me the shit is theraputic Concentrate on winning, afraid I might lose it Express my thought process throughout this ghetto music Got rent due, bills piling, no job, etc. No surprise I'm intoxicated on the regular Too much pressure could stress ya And leave you on a stretcher, I live by the middle finger gesture But as the world turn, I just let the blunt burn Blow out all my concerns, then relax like a perm Being broke's a germ, and if you got it, stay away I'm tryna make my dreams come true, before they fade away Tired of being slept on Is it gon take for me to get a record deal for these motherfuckers to catch on? Or will I have to die to be the greatest? Or die basic? Fuck that, let me die wasted And you wonder why I blaze?, to cope with these rainy days To exercise my mind, help me take the pain away Wonder why I drink? to get through the sunny ones Bring the anger through me, sayin "Get to the money son" But it's hard to get the cheese So weed and alcohol bring me everything I need And this game called life is putting me on my knees Gimme a case of Red Stripes and some of that Oooh Wee! True Religion shit, man I swear I can't lie Yo I smoke a lot of weed, but it ain't to get high Almost never take a drink, leave the sippin for my niggas Stay rollin Backwoods, while they sippin on their liquor Mary Jane give me brain, the best head in the world I be thinking about Mary Jane getting head from my girl She'll give a nigga top, and never want him to leave She'll blow a nigga mind, bring him straight to his knees she's the number one player on this two man team Gimme some weed and a blunt, and that's all that I need To take the pain away, step back from reality Walk a thin line between fake and actuality Got bills to the ceiling, but I'm still dealing I thank the Lord for a strong mind, I'm still willing To try to make a change, and to get better But goddamn, Msry Jane always kill the pressure And you wonder why I blaze?, to cope with these rainy days To exercise my mind, help me take the pain away Wonder why I drink? to get through the sunny ones Bring the anger through me, sayin "Get to the money son" But it's hard to get the cheese So weed and alcohol bring me everything I need And this game called life is putting me on my knees Gimme a case of Red Stripes and some of that Oooh Wee! |