In The Air

Chronic smoke fills up in my lungs, all in the air Demons surround me at all times act like I don't care Got a good poker face keep on wishing they was never there Sticking to the vices that helped me when no one else could hear But I gotta be fair now I ain't perfect either, could never be giving handouts Never saw myself as another one to stand in the crowd Lonely at the top, seeing everyone when I'm looking down Smoke all the pain away, say f*ck love anyway Shoot like a fadeaway, sharp like a razorblade Step outside in my new shoes, stomp you in your face Leaving your dead body in the grave where you lay Should've never talked to you in the first place Worst mistake in years, yeah that's a bad case (That's a bad case) (That's a bad case) (That's a bad case, keep my blunt laced, keep my shit straight) (Keep my shit straight, keep my shit straight, yuh) I'm the roller out the motherfucking bunch I smoke so much green; I might just put it all up in my lunch Damaging my lungs cuz I don't give a f*ck I might hit up on your bitch and tell her get down on her knees and suck I go through the same shit, I go through this lame shit I f*ck up on a lame bitch, I go through the same shit My demons they haunting me, now I always gotta fein They creep in and taunt on me, always feeling like a dream Always feeling like a dream, but you know that I can't sleep I lay awake and drift away, in my mind I feel defeat I take a pill and feel complete, another day I still repeat Body high I'm feeling linked, get so high that I can't think Every day I feel the same, taking drugs to fry my brain Change my ways like changing lanes, all my piers just stay the same If I ever rose to fame and had my fans chant out my name Just know I will never change, I would never be a lame