| Early in the morning, I heard’em singing
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| Birds seemed happier than I had ever been
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| Crawled out of my bed, picked random clothes then I
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| Smoked a stick of weed, Stood and thought of a purpose
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| Messing-up the purses, trying to gather more cents
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| Messing-up the bedroom, trying to gather myself
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| Finally found the money, finally found my smile back
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| What a beautiful day to get motherfucking high
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| Great day, ay
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| So stoned yet okay
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| No job, no money
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| Friends more like enemies
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| I’m gonna have a great day
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| Might as well get crazy
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| Alone but feeling free
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| 'Cause dope’s the remedy
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| Went to the grocery down the road
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| Then I bought two bottles of cool booze
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| For a few coins
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| Got back home and I popped the cap
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| Ready for an upside down trip to Hell
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| I’ve got text, so baked I couldn’t answer
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| Neighbors knocking at my door like
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| What’s the matter
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| The music was so loud I would not even care
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| Throwing up my guts at the devil’s warfare
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| Astray
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| Broke and not okay
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| No job, no money
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| Less friends, more enemies
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| It’s not a great day
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| God damn my good ideas |
| Though I’m not that free
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| Those pills are heavenly
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| That dope’s my remedy
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| Been a jerk my whole life
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| Looking for troubles
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| And people ran away
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| Left me alone with my problems
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| But mama told me so, she warned me before
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| Just as if she knew I was gonna ruin myself
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| To the core
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| I made apologies
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| It’s never happening again
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| And then I made up more lies
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| «Of course I’ll be taking care»
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| Time ran, life fled off
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| Now when I look through the mirror
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| Can’t recognize myself anymore
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| I’m wasted
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| My head is spinning
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| Wandering aimlessly through the hallways
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| But in any ways, fleeing reality
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| It will get my hide
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| Dope’s not a remedy
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| But all I wanna do is getting higher and higher
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| Won’t open up my eyes, walking on a wire
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| Someday you wake up lost in time
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| Dead inside
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| Next day find out you’re lost in life
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| Losing your mind
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| People won’t jump for me
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| I’ve been there before
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| I begged for their help
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| They turned their backs and ignored
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| But hold on, you know what
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| I’m much more fucked up than you think
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| Life is way too short?
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| Might fuck it up upon a last drink |
| Later in the evening, feeling nothing
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| World is happier than I could ever be
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| Crawl back to my bed
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| Get rid of my clothes
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| Get a few Xanax
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| Enjoy the dose
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| Sun has stopped rising, no one’s left to sing
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| Death is more appealing than I thought she’d be
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| Handing me the lean, the blunt, and the pills
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| Close your weary eyes and just
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| Let me end it
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| That dope, that’s all
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| That soul, is all I’ve got
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| My lord, oh
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| My soul, lone
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| I’m gone, oh
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| You’ll damn that old hope
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| Damn my old hopes
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| Blame our old hopes
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| Damn your blood oaths
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| Bring the dope
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| Damn my old hopes
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| Blame our old hopes
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| Damn your blood oaths
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| Bring the dope |