Is that all you two are going to do this weekend
Smoke dope
Why not, man
Is there a law against it
There are better things to do with your life
But what
I can't think of anything
Yeah, yeah
All I ever told was fear kills joy
Smok in the chamber only joy I need
Trapped in the cell like the inmate I am
I guess we going to hell
Like evil, it swells
I didn't do nothing but poison my lungs
But the world is corrupted with the taint and they guns
I strayed away from people cause my mind is on the run
Feeling so numb maybe I just need a rest and die young ayy