i wont help, i cant even help myself girl, im not important i know that its clear,i pop on the xanax cause it make better,if i lost myself would you still be here star shopping, lets go out, i got my problems in backwood, i roll it up i kiss it i light it, i pop on the pills instead of dinner, my head is so loud and i cant let it out if it carrys on I'll be under the ground