It's a Problem

I started out smoking dirt weed

Dimes of stress

It burn the shit outta my throat

And light a fire on my chest

Homey had a couple of pounds

Showed me I was impressed

Now it's 20 years later

Bitch and mine is the best

The shits got my depressed

Either that or the bills

Or the motherfucking bottles

Going in the for the kill

Bitch, I tried the straight and narrow

I forgot how it feels

I'm a bonafide fuckup

What I'm saying is real...

Too much of anything can never be a good thing

But somehow still though it just ain't enough

Too much of anything can never be a good thing

But somehow still though it just ain't enough

Now it's a problem

A fuckin' problem

Fresh on the scene

Only 17

Hanging out with my orders

I was showing green

Always show cuties

I always ask way

Who's got strong eyes

Who to deny

The rule one is

There ain't no fucking rules

Its cold and its mean

Vicious and cool

You boot it up

You shoot it up

You fall on the tracks

It's a king sized drag

If you never make it back

Too much of anything can never be a good thing

But somehow still thought it just ain't enough

Too much of anything can never be a good thing

But somehow still though it just ain't enough

Now it's a problem

A fuckin' problem

I remember it like yesterday 12 years old

Doctor gave me coony cough syrup to help up my cold

I started mixing up the sprite like my partners at school

Putting it in 2 styrofoam cups and started drink more cool

I went from [?] to 8 everyday

Cooney-coherent, what the fuck did I say?

Getting sloppy, getting shitty, going non-stop

Still an addict and activist, don't waste one drop

It's a problem

Too much of anything can never be a good thing

But somehow still though it just ain't enough

Too much of anything can never be a good thing

But somehow still though it just ain't enough

Now it's a problem

A fuckin' problem