FUCK IT

Razor blades
I got it made
Lets talk about lets
Do you regret your regrets?
And all my friends are srung out
My mom took the phone
My chicks a Tweak fein
And I'm always stoned
And theirs nothing to do
But make love
Commit ah crime
Write a ryme
And get high,
Youth gone wrong
Lovely home made bong
And the kids are fucked up,
Because they like to tweak
Fucken 14 days a week,
Tweaking on the tweakdays
And on the tweakends
It never ends friend
So don't Pretend,
Youth gone wrong
This shit was rad
Two hits 
And your gone
I need another bong,
And we want to be them
We hate them
We wish we were them
We lie
We get high
Smoke cigarettes
And we have know regrets
And I'm struck with a deep end Sadness
With the inner madness
A sickness of the brain
And I am ah stain
So I reframe
Bear the shame from my heart
From the one who forgot the start
And friends ask why
Why my best friend died
Why no one saw who shot
Burgerking n' Taco Bell hit the spot,
Stoney, ghetto food
For stoney, ghetto cost
And the good guys lose
They never won
But I've begun,
To show my second sight
Open your eyes
Look for the truth
Don't denie your mind
The reality
The mentality to comprehend
And just say fuck it,
Fuck it
Because theirs to much stressing
From rejection
Hurt n' pain
To much stressing
From everyday life
And strive n' pleads
N' needs n' stuff
And I take a deeper puff
One bigger than before
Because I've opened a brand new door,
Ah one of questions
And good intentions
Because I have ah mission
I was sent here by god
I'm an angel
In this thing called, called
Called, called, caleed, called............