My girlfriend, she's getting back into boarding.
And out of boredom, i wanna restart smoking
Cigarettes on my mind,
All the time,
whenever i feel like giving up, my friends asking if im fine and im like...
Because to her, its seen a crime,
Despite the fact that its what got her hooked on my line....
Projecting a bad boy image, kinda funny innit,
How i sit here spilling words and she off on her wheels like.
****, i wish i did some **** just like that,
Instead i do boxing; beat myself up bad
Sitting alone, thinking to myself "where's home?"
Because if i was there, surely I'd feel a little welcome but no...
I dont feel hope...just cold
Instead of being positive i want my brain to choke
Huh, pretty funny isnt it?
Seeing a psych for two years and here I am, like it didnt do ****
You would think that it might, think I'd be alright but
I sit here killing myself while y'all say my bars are tight but
Life aint great, never has nor will be.....
When you going up you get cut down, you feel me?
It may be hard to see, through all this fog,
But its made from cigarettes yknow the urge aint quite gone huh
I'm still bringing that back...
Thought i was gunna say something wise, but hell, cut me some slack
Its hard to just speak like, straight from the brain,
When half of you is already smoking, the other goin insane
The circuitry that is me, its not been wired right,
So when you might see just shadows, my day is seen as night
Its probably the rising stress, the anger and the pain
But I'd quite like to smoke a bit, and see those embers again
Been a while but I'm fighting it