these drugs kill me but ill take some more
theres nothing in my life worth looking for
cut myself inside my dreams i think i got to the core
i pass out every weekend and im uping the score

this life is a whore?
this life is a whore!

something inside of me just never clicked with these people
i dont like to speak when they all see me as a weirdo
stop the fog inside of my head, it never disappeared
i got a bad memory, carve notes (all) over my torso

ending this life :D with a great smile on my face

Grams is a song about coping with the loss of a grandmother through the use of weed.

runx3 5 65 bpm take 1 31425

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