Lyric

How am I supposed to do?

You must have the one of the cigarettes

Who erases it for my life?

I can't deny taking another pills

What should I do for you?

Is it stimulus that I've ever done what?

Only things to know waits

To break out our big brains

Hey, are you gonna take your time?

So much as possible, I'm feeling bad

Oh, nothing hit always anybody then

Night and morning taught us to be numb

Hey, do you wanna put this into mouth?

God doesn't bless to be with paper and leaves

Hold me up, when you see that I'm rolling it

Definitely I must go away

Now I'm suffering from stoping that

Doubtfully that comes to me of being out

Shout what I have to do instead of the smoking

No worries, falling to the hell

Now I'm stick for my eyes in the dark

Probably whoever might often bark

Shout what I have to do instead of the smoking

No worries, getting to the heaven

How am I ought to do?

Glasses make me shake to right and left

What am I looking for?

Don't find out lighter's fire

Hey, are you gonna take your time?

So much as possible, I'm feeling bad

Oh, nothing hit always anybody then

Night and morning taught us to be numb

Hey, do you wanna put this into mouth?

God doesn't bless to be with paper and leaves

Hold me up, when you see that I'm rolling it

Definitely I must go away

Now I'm suffering from stoping that

Doubtfully that comes to me of being out

Shout what I have to do instead of the smoking

No worries, falling to the hell

Now I'm stick for my eyes in the dark

Probably whoever might often bark

Shout what I have to do instead of the smoking

No worries, getting to the heaven

Greatest, but the special guest

Can be sick and ill, yellow, black, not the still

Hater loves almost it

Gon' be niggas and billers and killers, nevertheless it disappeared

Sniff it, but the immoralist

Had better check all my best drugs on desk

Deliver when you'll be okay

Forgive me, prohibit those noise logical straws

Now I'm suffering from stoping that

Doubtfully that comes to me of being out

Shout what I have to do instead of the smoking

No worries, falling to the hell

Now I'm stick for my eyes in the dark

Probably whoever might often bark

Shout what I have to do instead of the smoking

No worries, getting to the heaven