cycles

Just to get through it we use any means

Some my friends turned to fiends

So compulsive they relapse when they balance leans

Glued to the screen

In the morning the first thing that most people see

Someone that doing much better but they only post the best things

Still you comparing, you crying, you drop to your knees, you re-up on some weed

And you thinking how you would be free if you had dollar bills, different green

Funny to me cuz that paper ain't shit it won't make you happy

Kinda ironic cuz drugs, the smoke shop is where you waste your cheese

In moderation the shit ain't that serious

As a teen you were so curious