[Verse 1]
I always got it on my own, yeah
Yeah, and I got your bitch on go, yeah
Yeah, they way they acting is so gross, yeah
And I'm smokin' gas, I'm smoking ghost, yeah
And I get so high, I do the most, yeah
I get in my zone, I'm in my mode, yeah
I'm not with this shit, I don't wanna blow up
You keep chasing shit, you need to grow up (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Walk around the store, I feel picky
Smokin' on gas, smokin' sticky
At my show, come and take a pic' with me
Off these fuckin' drugs, got the city spinning

[Verse 2]
Oh you stab my back, what the fuck were you thinking
Yeah, I got presidents but no, I'm not linking
No, not suicidal but it still linger
And I think I'm a painter, not a singer
And I think I'm in pain 'cause I don't fit in
(And the pain that I feel, it's not small like a splinter) Yeah, yeah
And I walk through the pain, yeah, the pain tastes bitter
No, I won't change on you, yeah, I just wither
And I thought things will be better when I'm with her
But I dont think we fit, you give headaches and blisters
And you get them too but complain that you miss them
Like damn why you fucking with me, why you fuck with my head
(Fuck with my head)
I'd rather be dead instead
I cannot handle it
Yeah
[Chorus]
Walk around the store, I feel picky
Smokin' on gas, smokin' sticky
At my show, come and take a pic' with me
Off these fuckin' drugs, got the city spinning (yeah, yeah)
Walk around the store, I feel picky
Smokin' on gas, smokin' sticky
At my show, come and take a pic' with me
Off these fuckin' drugs, got the city spinning
(Yeah)