Now
I've been writing and hoping
I'm hopeless open with rhyming
The poem potent I'm trying
Dying is the silver lining
Living in crying I got the blues
Stand in the mirror like who the f*ck is you
Life is boring I got nothing to do
I've been writing composing
While I just double the dosing
Because my thoughts are imposing
I ain't coping with the joking
I mean this shit is just clothing
I'm tryna f*ck up the rhymes
But sometimes I can't
See the signs and then they start to taint
Roll the blunt
I gotta fade
Roll the blunt
I gotta fade away
They focus on rhythms
I focus on rhymes
That feeling is given so give it some time
Living dead mother f*cker in a coma
Odor of a smoker
Sober thoughts take over
Closer to death the older I get
So I'm smoking some shit
Holding my breath
Taking it in
Double the rumbles the munchies kicked in
The struggle it humbles and comes back again
Roll the blunt
I gotta fade
Roll the blunt
I gotta fade away