I'm lacing racing chasing so much medicating got me contemplating imagination on that plate first and fifteenth far away. no matter how many times I pray so I move from place to place with a smile upon my face theres no such thing as saving grace it's like I'm digging my own gave couldn't tell ya how many days left to rot out in the rain. theres no way out of this maze spin in circles who's insane this depression, I can't contain time to break free from these chains pull the trigger go Cobain gotta lotta baggage but I only own my clothes. gotta lotta savage. imprinted on my bones. but I never knew those habits till I ended up alone. Now I gotta gotta have it till my name's upon that stone. straight up out the woods thats where I come from yea say you got the goods I think I want some yea blunt in my hand man feels so right am who I am we can fire up that pipe cut another line stay up 3 nights 3rd eye society reaching for those heights. ghost it roasted got another loaded. feel that heartbeat in my chest just banging like a festival. I played the game I beat the best, I steam just like a vegetable. every where I go I make the most raise my glass purpose a toast. to the blunts we had to roach and to the dead we hold so close. gotta lotta baggage but I only own my clothes. gotta lotta savage. imprinted on my bones. but I never knew those habits till I ended up alone. Now I gotta gotta have it till my name's upon that stone.