Eight in the evening and we're up smoking
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
I shed so many tears
What you getting is death
Smoking sticky fixtures
Fresh out the chair with the clippers
Cause of death self-inflicted gunshot to the heart
See, involvin' yourself is to be a part
Hey mr. coach, i don't like you
Rolling weed and smoking it too
Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen
Its never dark cause were smoking that green
Dc has never seen such progress
Grow older, closer to death.
Death//i keep you smoking more than a spoon of meth//the only way you don't
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
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