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throw it in the bowl, then you light it up

do it till you're old, and you write to love

now you in a hole and you fighting up

you out of control mates say that you frighten 'em

loosing it all you never lighten up

paranoia fucking your psyche up

always stay at home never hit the club

that why alone home boy you addicted to bud

come on motherfucker get up

rip it like a bill and i chop it like a dance move

im fucking off this bitch i aint ever coming back soon

couldn't speak my mind so i started writing rap tunes

smoke's fucking up you're life you should be in the classroom

now you all alone in you're room singing sad tunes?

probably cos you're sucking on the bong pre and past noon

 

Bring it back in no chill on the other side

the bon 'll get you on theres no getting off the drug ride

had've stayed in teams could be maxing out the combine

started on the kush finnish up on that amphetamine

friends being good turn it to evil in the head of mine

spending all your cash in denial way before you're time

fuck it turn to crime for a while now you doing time

square your life up bitch you a fucking child

 

Addiction is a curse you cant see it with your own eyes

but the people round you cluing up and start to realise

that your problems getting worse and see you start to demonize

you cant take a easy clue and you feeling fully ostracised

can't escape the fucking hurt now you contemplating suicide

gotaa give it up now you feeing like its do or die

tried to quit it for a minute this will be the last time

imma fight my own fight and see you on the other side