Wake up in the morning and I drink my coffee
But now my girl knows I don’t like talking
Till I (Wake up!)
She knows not to take it personal
Until I’ve had a cigarette my mood is irreversible
That’s how it’s always been but things have gotten worse
Cause now for me to start the day I gotta pop a Perc
Started out for fun, it was purely recreation
But now my mind is on a permanent vacation
Lost my motivation, lost my inspiration
My mission every day is escaping from reality
Calling people back and paying bills a technicality
It doesn’t really matter cause I as long as I got twenty pills
A couple new movies and my girl comes to my house to chill
I even got her hooked for a while when she asked, “How’s it feel?”
But she’s responsible, she passed that phase
Now people look at her like why the fuck he act that way?
I gotta (Wake up!)

[Interlude]

About three years ago we were doing a show and we drank like usual cause we drink for every show. And my homeboy asked like, “Hey, you wanna try a Percocet?” And I was like, “Okay, I’ll try it.” He was like, “Yeah you’ll have more fun.” So I remember doing that show and it was just like BOOM. It was like everything was so much brighter…

[Verse 2]

You can ask anybody that does dope, the opiate is like utopia
It’s tough to cope with it, I quit for six weeks and do it for two months
The problem with that: I was just gonna do it once
One day turns to two into a week
Until I’m locked inside my house and I’ve turned into a freak
Jump around my living room at five in the morning
With the music so loud you’d think that I was performing
And if that ain’t a warning that I’ve gone too far
After shopping I can never seem to find my car
And it’s a shocking, that’s a fact and you’re walking forth and back
And you’re talking to your dogs and your dogs are talking back
And they are not even with you, they are back up at your place
Only to find you’re in your bathroom scratching at your face
And I’m trapped in outerspace, by then you’d figure it’s quits
I fall asleep sitting up with the cigarette lit, shit wake up
[Interlude]

I started getting more like deep into it like I’d do it for the weekends and all of a sudden it’d be Monday I’d get high and then Tuesday I’d get high and then I’d wake up in the morning and say, “Fuck it, I’ll just keep the blinds closed and get high from when we wake up yo till six, seven in the morning.” And before you know it a month’s gone by

[Verse 3]

I’m acting like a clown but think that I’m debonair
I can’t dance but when
I’m stoned I’m better than Fred Astaire
With a voice like Sinatra, I really
Can’t sing
Looking in front of the mirror posing like James Dean
(Wake up) Come on, let’s get realistic
When I quit this shit I get real distant
And I don’t even look at my reflection
Sing? Shit I sound like a trombone section
Stoned I feel young, detoxed I feel old
Feels like my fucking heart’s gonna stop then explode
So cold I start shaking, my body is aching
Well that’s what I get for partying in the matrix
I got a problem let’s face it
While you listen to this song I’m probably wasted
Acting crazy, people looking at me like I’m a pyscho
Gotta give my a head a shake, it’s time to break this cycle
Need to (Wake up)
[Interlude]

You know you think you got that shit under control but if I’m doing it every day how could I be having shit under control? You gotta be happy with life as it is; with your mind clear, you know? It’s kind of crazy because even when I think about like myself in the future I think yeah I’ll have like a little secret room in my house and I can go escape for the night and get stoned. It’s kind of fucked up I guess. It’s like I’m incorporating getting high into my future. That’s probably not the best look