the hurt the pain the clouds the rain the heart the ache it could be worse than an earthquake the f****** heartbreak they say time heals at Maine but the time hasn't came it hasn't did a goddamn thing still feeling the same I think I'm ready for that change but still putting that weed cloud in my brain cause it helps me with it always wanting another hit just like Eminem needing a new outlet it's going to be you living with regret it's going to be you swimming in a pool of shit you get what you get you ugly b**** you fake as phony ass trick you can go suck a bag of dicks yeah I said a whole bag you f****** hoe bag I'm flipping the script I'm smoking this whole sack with a pack of zig zags all you ever did was slow me down clown so I'm heading back to my hometown trying to gett known know back in the 812 f*** them avenues pick me up on the South side you know how we do heres another for you fuck you and your dude riding with some ice cold beer and some hot ass b****** yeah that's how we roll let me roll in the street to terre haute