Thoughts in the air, feeling low in the night
The world's pressing me, but everything is alright
I spark it up slow, let the stress fade away
Inhale the relief, let it guide my way
Cigarette in hand, trouble fades to gray
Best part of the weekend, what a great day
I trust no one, I can't catch a break
Rather be like this, than a bitch ass snake
With moments like this, I have all the control
Possibilities in mind, my head is a shithole
No better ways to sleep, I better just go out
Say the wrong things, say it with no doubt
Part of me is dead, the other crying loud
The fault is on me for not making them proud
But I ain't gonna change, I made up my mind
I'm gonna stay here until I get blind
Too many problems in the world
And theres nothing I can do
But theres still one cigarrete
And thats what I'm in to