ody hangs in closet I thought we were real good friends Oh, I can't fucking call What's your kind of pain? All the feeling falling I could never help Whatever you fucking call it In this hell In this house, no way out this guy is coming to slit your throat I love meth Cat, scratch, fever As I sit here broken, with my bong on the side yehh am gonna keep smoking Puff puff I keep toking Ive got a smile on my face but you know I ain't joking Yoo these pills ain't working So I sit here laughing at myself in my 30's What's the use in hurting Getting close to the time where we be closing the curtain My dogs they see this pot is smoking me, but I can't stop it because it is taking me to eternity I got tusse the pink cocaine that now swallows me
