#4:20am
• Written by StringBEan
Bitch I stay tripping, days dripping away,
Slow fade to reality, I am far from okay,
Taking tabs to the brain, racing trains in my Chevrolet,
Never ever sober cause my life is in such disarray,
Getting blazed stays the only way I get silence,
Muting all the voices in my head promoting violence,
"Knife him, just try it, peel away his eyelids,
Don't try and deny it, admit it, you'd like it!"
Yeah that may be true, but instead I'll crack a brew,
Throw my hair back, shades on, and light another Kool,
Clocking into work because it's all I ever do,
getting paid to make food for these aging, grey fools,
What to do? I just light another blunt or two,
#4:20 in the morning and I gotta catch a snooze,
Getting loose, lose the noose, take another swig of juice,
Grinding down the blue dreams, for a serene peace boost.
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StringBEan
Member since December 9 2015