waking up cold mornings no warning being scorned for ignoring my daily borings cuase I spent all last night soul soaring I was searching for bliss in the oddest areas 40s in my hand with ganja I might be scary to ya at least the fact if a little man with a big ol plan to take over the world with nothing but a Pepsi can and a couples holes in it for smokin my dro in it but the fact of the matter i climbed intoxicant ladders and found much more than a pattern of mixing liqour and laughter more like a binder of acid and molly hittin me faster that all these ever could than they ever could and I dont really know what hapoened in my life back then x2 but I could have been a better man there's no need to pretend only need to be sin-ful whe it comes to the end of a road I defend for nothing more than some friends to use me all over again and I dont really know what happened to my life back then x2 but I could have been a better man