I get high to keep you off my mind.
So I can't keep track of space or time.
Or how much I'm dying on the inside.
My eyes are red like the devil.
Try to raise my energy level.
I need some pretty divas.
To smoke some sour diesel.
So I'll just sit here and get medicated.
Knowing that I'm mediated.
I'm going to smoke till I die at 27.
Going to go down in history as a fucking legend.
