im just tryna feel alive, but swear this smoke dont do me nothing
taking hits to find my peace, but i get tired of the bluffin
feel the weight inside my lungs, im smokin dank thats why im stuntin
wish that i could feel it, but alone it dont mean nothin

still i only fuck with gas
i aint never slide no mid, be offended if you ask
but lately i been feinin just so i can flip a pack
like i need it, but i need the money more than i need grass

it aint never been this bad, but i dont ever ask for help
do like all i can to get the bag, cost of my health
collecting all new trauma, getting paid now feel like hell
but i had to get the bag, resort to selling my whole self

thats way too close for comfort
maybe i deserve it, maybe i should suffer
maybe shit been rougher, maybe ill get tougher
dont need no one, ill just stay behind my cover

shit too real, i smoke it all away
cant stop here, im going all the way
3.5, until im gone today
im so scared, take it all away

what a fucked up dumb life
but i got fucked perspective, dont take my advice
thats just how it is dont feel bad for myself
i been know how this works since the day i was twelve

got a clouded brain, but im still tryna function
daily stupid shit just be pushin my buttons
carry out my business but im still on some fuck shit
i wanna eat the barrel, twelve gauge with the buck shit

WWKD (What Would Kurt Do?)

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WWKD (What Would Kurt Do?)

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