Lyrics of Solution

(chorus)
(i gotta find a solution)//
Why i'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//
Instead of a thought or a rhyme, i brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that i just came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too much (drink too much)//
Hope too much (think too much)//
Cope too much (sink too much)//
Broke too much (stink too much)//
I think i need help, but won't let myself take it//
How i feel is so real, i won't let myself fake it//
(x2)

(verse 1)

Fuck your opinion, some kind of simeon//
Sitting in sin with a stripper named cinnamon//
Silence inside when i'm spitting these synonyms//
Violence, i write over rhythms i'm riddling//
I feel like i'm a kid again the moment i pick up a pen//
Get me to the mic and i'm about to rip it up again//
I spit it hella tight and then i let you go pick up your chin//
You better be coming right, or you won't ever pick it up again//
Devoured and empowered by the same substance//
Scour for the flower when the pain ruptures//
Shower me with powder, sniffing paint buckets//
I gotta give it up but i can't - fuck it//
Look into my eyes, i'm destroyed inside//
I'm paranoid and high, it would be a joy to cry//
But it's never gunna happen, cuz i can't feel shit//
I done lost all my highs and lows from getting lit//

(chorus)
(i gotta find a solution)//
Why i'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//
Instead of a thought or a rhyme, i brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that i just came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too much (drink too much)//
Hope too much (think too much)//
Cope too much (sink too much)//
Broke too much (stink too much)//
I think i need help, but won't let myself take it//
How i feel is so real, i won't let myself fake it//
(x2)

(verse 2)

Something ain't right//
When they're about to cut off all your gas and your lights, but there's bud in your pipe//
And bud light in a bucket of ice//
So you can just shrug and say 'fuck it' and chug it all night//
But that budget ain't right//
And you barely can budge because you're under the spell of your vice//
And your liver is paying one hell of a price//
But there ain't no telling you twice//
You're dealing with the roll of a dice//
You gunna fold up or fight?//
When it's holding you tight, the grip is colder than ice//
How you getting fucked up when there's nothing in your fridge//
And your kid wanna go to get some shit//
But you're too drunk to dip the whip//
Cuz you done pissed a fifth and hella hit the spliff//
And a d.u.i. just ain't the gift to get//
Can't have your baby took away by the c.p.s. and mr. smith//
You gotta find a solution//

(chorus)
(i gotta find a solution)//
Why i'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//
Instead of a thought or a rhyme, i brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that i just came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too much (drink too much)//
Hope too much (think too much)//
Cope too much (sink too much)//
Broke too much (stink too much)//
I think i need help, but won't let myself take it//
How i feel is so real, i won't let myself fake it//
(x2)

(verse 3)

Somewhere inside of me, something has gotta be guiding me//
Seems every side of me teams up, and rivalry steams up what driving me//
Splits at the seams, having fits in my dreams//
And my diary spits out and screams 'why'd you lie to me'//
So will i finally be who i try to be//
Or will i succumb to the evil inside of me//
Been young and dumb, now in need of sobriety//
But having fun is part of my notoriety//
An interagal part of my place in society//
Losin' the boozin's like losin' a side of me//
If i wasn't usin', i wonder who i would be//
But it's been in my genes like the sack in my pocket//
My head feeling like it's been strapped to a rocket//
I put it in motion and now i can't stop it//
Any day now the bubbles gunna pop//
I gotta find a solution//

(chorus)
(i gotta find a solution)//
Why i'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//
Instead of a thought or a rhyme, i brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//
I think that i just came to a conclusion..//
I smoke too much (drink too much)//
Hope too much (think too much)//
Cope too much (sink too much)//
Broke too much (stink too much)//
I think i need help, but won't let myself take it//
How i feel is so real, i won't let myself fake it//
(x2)