Man I'm drinking on these codine dreams Don't want to, but it helps me sleep. Don't want to claim defeat, but it burns my brain remembering those times on the streets. Don't want to remember how hard it was to lose my son, and my brother, RIP you both ill see you next summer. Back in the day it was pumping Gs to make a meal, but the lives I ruined haunt me still Now days it's racking oxy till the pain goes away I know mumzy gonna cry when she hearing this, wish I never did more than sell a couple sticks I swear I'm trying to get better it's not an easy fix, happy days when I was young and you rubbed a bit of vics How you ever gonna call me your mate when I was sleeping on that mattress in the back room, knowing my son gonna be born soon and you tryna act gangsta to get a misses Grant fuck you Waking up in sweat, rack a line then I don't have to fret. PTSD disappears Everytime I sink a fith, so always got me going on a mish Stay feeling ok when you sleeping with these codine dreams aye