[Hook]
Thicker water burning patch
My own author too attatched
Had a pot of purple matched
Playing quarters with a stash
(Repeat 3X)
Turned to ash draw a line
Pour the flask wish it wine
Left alone and undefined
Is what I own truly mine?

[Verse 1: Willheight]
Back of the room, I'm blooming fume
My mind in it's very own vacuum
I've hit too soon with my perfume
My Alcatraz, my honeymoon, my dope pad and my silver spoon
If all I had was burnt hash and bottled booze and burnt cash
Don't you think I should be immune
I see the future and I've seen the past
Enjoy your present while it lasts
But don't get capped cause while you nap they'll take a knot and they'll have it wrapped
And now I'm caught within this trap
My mind it slaps, my mind it cracks
The collapse stacks like a life tax on an overdue maximum contract
I could have it all
Be in the back waiting on my curtain call
But when that curtain fall
If my mind ain't right when I drop that mic then I just might need an overhaul
I just might need a Saint Peter
I just might need a Saint Paul
I just might be your next door neighbors favorite taboo voo-doo doll
But apparently all I need is time cause time is magic and it heals all
And I'm staring at that hour hand and it's pulling me in like quicksand
And I'm wishing just to be given one more call in this fragile prison
Well either my clock ain't ticking or my hatchet's hitching a ride from a blind awol pigeon
[Hook]
Thicker water burning patch
My own author too attatched
Had a pot of purple matched
Playing quarters with a stash
(Repeat 3X)
Turned to ash draw a line
Pour the flash wish it wine
Left alone and undefined
Is what I own truly mine?

[Verse 2: Jxke]
This is how I start my day
I roll a backwoods and an eighth
I wish my life was much more simple
Nicotine withdrawals hit so critical
And now I know she got a man so why she getting physical
Me and Willheight on the track
Picking slack up off you imbeciles
I hit four tabs of acid now I'm seeing four-dimensional
He think he better than me we already know that shit just fictional
I'm posted up in class I'm smoking A-grade, my grade's As, and I can't keep my mind intact until it's filled with chemicals
I'm sick and I'm tired of all of this pain
That I seem to be feeling every single day
I just need one taste, one hit in my veins
No matter how hard I try I can't get away
Fucked around with the vape it just wasn't the same
Feeling my lungs decay and the burn what I crave
And the need for something to just keep me a away
But my body's dependent and my mind's here to stay
A simple decision just three years ago
Another three years and another pack go
That beat took a kick now I'm upping my flow
That feel took a kick now I'm upping my dose
Got a bottle of Henney, my liver so swoll
I think I'm beginning to lose all control
I think I smoked too many of them pre-rolled's
Give it up to the drugs yeah they taking my throne
[Hook]
Thicker water burning patch
My own author too attatched
Had a pot of purple matched
Playing quarters with a stash
(Repeat 3X)
Turned to ash draw a line
Pour the flash wish it wine
Left alone and undefined
Is what I own truly mine?