"You're gonna have popcorn lungs"
That what my friend always tells me
But taking hits off a blunt
Seems more satisfying
Than swallowing a pill for anxiety and depression
I also dont wanna hear my mom give me a lesson
About how I need to see a therapist for my depression
Because I only have two years then I'm off to hearing lectures
And mom and dad cant waste their money on some person
That I'm expected to pour my heart out to
But the stoners sell **** at school for 5 bucks
What do you really expect me to do
So if my breathing starts to struggle and pop like popcorn
Well **** what do you expect me to do