[Verse 1: Infinite Sidd]
Blowing smoke up in the air seemed to clear out the clouds
Hopefully soberness get a little less tough to handle, so the going gets stepping backwards
Ego fills me up at times, but still just average
Mood gets dampered, low cla** no attendance, dosage heavy
This trench coat be smelling, jeez
When this bad habit get me addicted, a fiend
I'm missing the scene, we called the other day...
Melancholy got me. I'm ripping the receipt with your number!
Go f** yourself, b**h. Or four others!
Forget it, this just hurts me;
But what irks me is I forget to smoke weed one fine day, and I start to recollect
Every little poor decision I made, regretting them
I grab the medicine, and recuperate
If I don't regret this, then maybe I'm made to sin
All my thoughts are cluttered and vaguer than the dream I had last night
f**