If it’s something to me it’s probably nothing at all
404 throwin' 4's up posted at the mall
Using drugs they’re only thing breaking my fall
You’re the problem you’re the source of it all

It was nothing but then you made it something
But you still treated me like nothing
I’m getting high because you crushed me
Gave you my all for nothing

I need drugs, in large, amounts
I think I, figured, you out
I lost my feelings they’ll never be found
Rain falling down, it’s the end of the drought

I been fuckin up my lungs cuz I’m smokin' by the ounce
Paranoid I see the shadows all around
All your lies fill my head with doubt
Or maybe it’s true and I’m just a clown

Put on my mask and my costumе
I can see in your eyes something haunts you
You got finеssed by the plug I pay half what it cost you
Your homies stabbed you in the back they double crossed you

The things they say behind your back aren’t the same as the things that they say to your face
They’re all liars and they’re all fakes
If it slithers like a snake then it’s probably a snake
They all smile to my face but I can see their fangs
I’m paranoid take a blunt to the face
I see them slither like snakes
So they’re all probably snakes