Body hangs in closet, I thought we were real good friends

Oh, I can't fucking call, what's your kind of pain?

All the feeling falling, I could never help

Whatever you fucking call it, in this hell in this house

No way out

This guy is coming to slit your throat, I love meth, cat scratch fever

[Street Soldier]

As I sit here broken

With my bong on the side, yeah, I'm gonna keep smoking

Puff puff, I keep toking

I've got a smile on my face, but you know I ain't joking

Yo, these pills ain't working

So i sit here laughing at myself in my 30's

What's the use in hurting, getting close to the time

Where we be closing the curtain

[Harrison Brown]

My dogs, they can see this pot is smoking me

But I can't stop it, because it is taking me to eternity

I got (?)

The pink cocaine that now swallows me