[Chorus]   (I gotta find a solution)//   why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//   instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//   I think that I just came to a conclusion..//   I smoke too much (drink too much)//   hope too much (think too much)//   cope too much (sink too much)//   broke too much (stink too much)//   I think I need help, but won't let myself take it//   how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it//   [x2]         [Verse 1}      Fuck your opinion, some kind of Simeon//   sitting in sin with a stripper named Cinnamon//   silence inside when I'm spitting these synonyms//   violence, I write over rhythms I'm riddling//   I feel like I'm a kid again the moment I pick up a pen//   get me to the mic and I'm about to rip it up again//   I spit it hella tight and then I let you go pick up your chin//   you better be coming right, or you won't ever pick it up again//   devoured and empowered by the same substance//   scour for the flower when the pain ruptures//   shower me with powder, sniffing paint buckets//   I gotta give it up but I can't - fuck it//   look into my eyes, I'm destroyed inside//   I'm paranoid and high, it would be a joy to cry//   but it's never gunna happen, cuz I can't feel shit//   I done lost all my highs and lows from getting lit//               [Chorus]   (I gotta find a solution)//   why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//   instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//   I think that I just came to a conclusion..//   I smoke too much (drink too much)//   hope too much (think too much)//   cope too much (sink too much)//   broke too much (stink too much)//   I think I need help, but won't let myself take it//   how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it//   [x2]            [Verse 2]      Something ain't right//   when they're about to cut off all your gas and your lights, but there's bud in your pipe//   and Bud Light in a bucket of ice//   so you can just shrug and say 'fuck it' and chug it all night//   but that budget ain't right//   and you barely can budge because you're under the spell of your vice//   and your liver is paying one hell of a price//   but there ain't no telling you twice//   you're dealing with the roll of a dice//   you gunna fold up or fight?//   when it's holding you tight, the grip is colder than ice//   how you getting fucked up when there's nothing in your fridge//   and your kid wanna go to get some shit//   but you're too drunk to dip the whip//   cuz you done pissed a fifth and hella hit the spliff//   and a D.U.I. just ain't the gift to get//   can't have your baby took away by the C.P.S. and Mr. Smith//   you gotta find a solution//               [Chorus]   (I gotta find a solution)//   why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//   instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//   I think that I just came to a conclusion..//   I smoke too much (drink too much)//   hope too much (think too much)//   cope too much (sink too much)//   broke too much (stink too much)//   I think I need help, but won't let myself take it//   how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it//   [x2]            [Verse 3]      Somewhere inside of me, something has gotta be guiding me//   seems every side of me teams up, and rivalry steams up what driving me//   splits at the seams, having fits in my dreams//   and my diary spits out and screams 'why'd you lie to me'//   so will I finally be who I try to be//   or will I succumb to the evil inside of me//   been young and dumb, now in need of sobriety//   but having fun is part of my notoriety//   an interagal part of my place in society//   losin' the boozin's like losin' a side of me//   if I wasn't usin', I wonder who I would be//   but it's been in my genes like the sack in my pocket//   my head feeling like it's been strapped to a rocket//   I put it in motion and now I can't stop it//   any day now the bubbles gunna pop//   I gotta find a solution//            [Chorus]   (I gotta find a solution)//   why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution//   instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution//   I think that I just came to a conclusion..//   I smoke too much (drink too much)//   hope too much (think too much)//   cope too much (sink too much)//   broke too much (stink too much)//   I think I need help, but won't let myself take it//   how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it//   [x2]