Made excuses in the past and I cant no more.
It’s gotten to the point I don’t recognize myself.
Who's to help if noone knows of the secrets I keep?
Dark lips like my soul when its not supposed to be.
Time flies when you're depressed but who cares if you don’t?
They told me PTSD, that's way I'd smoke so much weed.
Knowing having it in my system would only deter me from my dreams- SMH.
Being a "Stoner" sounds cool until the plug takes all your money.
But aint nathing Cool about being a fiend.
Shit, I needed it to eat, thats how dependent I was.
Hell. I needed It to sleep, -who says weed is not a drug?
We make exemptions for our addictions since ”it comes from the earth." / Until you cant function without it, and now your problems are even worse.
We always think we're in control until we’re not.
It's "Never that deep" until it is.
We look forward to getting high, does that sound okay?
I'm not here to pass the guilt, I'm the one to blame.
Curiosity got the best of me, but though its light I couldn’t cope with the shame.
They say the headaches came from the strain, that’s tough.
I know the headaches were present because I’ve had enough.
