It's amazing how far up you go,
Just sittin' on the couch.
How that can and that lighter,
Can send you to the clouds.
Hidin' in the dark where cops can't see you,
When one drives by better duck down fast.
We're not walkin with the monster,
We're just chillin' in the grass.
What's so wrong about havin' a laugh,
Eatin some food, hangin' with friends?
What's so wrong about followin' the wrong crowd,
For that stash that never ends?
We like our sex drugs and alcohol,
Partying's what we do.
We lie and cheat,
It's nothing new.
I'm still in control.
I do what I have to do.
I go to work,
And I try in school.
When I'm needed by family,
When I'm needed by friends,
I know when the party's
Gotta end.
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As my pen glides along I can't help but think, that my soul is bleeding out in shining black ink.
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