Verse 1-Pulls the strap back injects it into da arm, his high isle of Dubai, front lawn more Vietnam, far from les-bi-an she pop Molly with tongue, glass dick to junkie lips can't wait for hit to cum, as weed jars turn plain broads to porn stars, pies made from scratch no Betty Crocker involved, streets crack up like asphalt, way to a rock found, still remains as lost, as the tempers seeding aggression now spawning into obsession, liquor spreads its infection along with antidepressant when pressing life to its limits know limited life is given if leaning on street prescriptions to medicate your decisions, there's no holds, being barred at all, as long u feel good, doesn't it feel good, ~to lose yourself in it, surrender all your control to be a zombie dependent on

Hook-Puff puff pass it, my veins full of habits, heard Molly poppin Molly both feet trippin over acid, my heart beat faster, like racing to the casket, I'm on a downward spiral my whole life is a disaster, still I light up, and take my totes, hell in my presence I hope to heaven to float so I get high ya ya, high ya ya, high ya ya, high ya ya ya ya

Verse 2-When grand ave was home it was bags of stones, and cross bones to those whom would grab a hold, stones had grabbed hold of my daddy soul, and forced his hand steal what my daddy told, wedding ring sold, my bicycle sold, to buy a pack and pack a pack of powder in his nose, in grimy spots would hide like rats hoping no one ever knows, and neisha whiffed a finger tip before she worked the stroll, a party ain't a party lets it's percaset and molly girlies coming out they clothes and niggas running in they bodies, heard them bath salts'll make a nigga eat her like a zombie, so she try to lace da kush and pass da blunt to everybody, and we smoking loud to turn our problems down, til no green for green, a new problem found, Ridilin suggested for the problem child, then died of overdose he ain't problem now, was using medication as reality vacation, on permanent hiatus how his was body found,

Puff puff pass it, my veins full of habits, heard Molly poppin Molly both feet trippin over acid, my heart beat faster, like racing to the casket, I'm on a downward spiral my whole life is a disaster, still I light up, and take my totes, hell in my presence I hope to heaven to float so I get high ya ya, high ya ya, high ya ya, high ya ya ya ya

Verse 3-Mane I pop pills and I smoke, I'm suppose to stop but I won't, u can catch a middle finger shoulder on refrigerator to anybody in my business they noses poke, is this da holla of every swallower, harborer for da harvest of product environmentalist arsonist forest fires is all they look to admire soothing aches of the monkey, on they back but reliance on that, makes u junkie, whether functioning or stubbling, overpaid or struggling, leaning on that chemical hoping it blurs your visual where visions of the physical vulnerable to virtual and virtually u on da fringe unless there earth to smoke, it's moo holds being barred at all, long as it feel good doesn't feel good, to lose yourself in it, lose all control become a zombie dependent on

Hook-Puff puff pass it, my veins full of habits, heard Molly poppin Molly both feet trippin over acid, my heart beat faster, like racing to the casket, I'm on a downward spiral my whole life is a disaster, still I light up, and take my totes, hell in my presence I hope to heaven to float so I get high ya ya, high ya ya,