[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**