I’m so confused, it’s a mystery
Yesterday is history.
Doing drugs and doing time
Is all that it will ever seem.
I fear the day we’ll never be
Showing grins so lavishly.
Until then, I’m like “fuck it man,
All I am is doing me.”
Hit after hit after hit after hit,
None of these things fill my heart’s pit.
But truth is…
That stuff make me stuck in my own mind,
But I‘ll play it off like all good and fine.
You all keep asking, “Hey are you good?”
Fuck no man!, but you think that I should.
Just because I drink up
Doesn’t mean that I’m smiling.
Of course you saw me laughin’
You know it’s ‘cause I’m wildin’.
I do it to forget, but it makes me remember:
The way that we were, before this September.