Poem ft. Geez

When I think it's like 50 alcoholics all trying to talk at the straight time

And when I speak it's like 50 alcoholics all trying to walk in a straight line

But I never found it my fancy to take those pills I was prescribed

And now I search and search for something that will chill me inside

Then I found people with pills that promised sublime

The bottle didn't say my name but if I bought 'em they were mine

And I took like one, two, three, four many of 'em and I can't remember last night

And now I'm panicking, tryna scrape together pennies and dimes

Tears coming out of eyes

And rolling down cheek sides

Looking for that peep high