We spark flames
To feel ecstatic
Our movements erratic
Our breathing like static
To forget we’re rheumatic
We overthink like quadratic
Now we’re sounding pneumatic
Take a hit
And now we’re behaving asthmatic
Like a real fade fanatic
Too ****** for pragmatic
Our mind’s like a dark attic
Where we hide our ****
When we don’t want them to know that we are back at it
Thinking like backward chromatic
Yeah, this **** is thematic
And it’s ******* dramatic
But it’s all schematic
for the bad habits of a using drug addict