Smoking weed and staying highPartying till late at night‘Cause all we do is drinkAnd all we do is smokeAnd all we're doing is wastin’ timeHigh school drop out chapter oneOn the way to school smoking massive bluntsMy mom was at work my dad was goneIt felt wrong after the first period we runInside the woods back of burtmont high on 29Skipping school made the winter feel like summertimeGetting U’s in every class but fuck if I don’t passI don’t plan to graduate I really wanna rhymeIn my cutlass I’m 16 meek leansAnd vogues on that rapper shitCall my mom at work and told her fuck high schoolI ain’t never going back I QuitShe cried her eyes out all I did was laugh and clickHung up on herWhat a dick like looking back at itThat was the last thing she needShe would cry herself to sleep every night‘Cause my dad just left for shitMaybe this a reason for rebellionMaybe it’s the reason I’m inhaling,Stealing, Doing gas runs, breaking in the vacuum cleanersDriving stolen cars like a hellionSmoke another L then trying to act grownBut we was just children, snorting coke, taking acidAnother shotgun to the nose10 years in a rowHigh a bunch of times racing past usSmoking weed and staying highPartying till late at night‘Cause all we do is drinkAnd all we do is smokeAnd all we’re doing is wastin’ timeI know I need to change my lifeBut it’s hard for me to say goodbye‘Cause all we do is drinkAnd all we do is smokeAnd all we’re doing is wastin’ timeKids my age done graduate in collegeSome married some have some kidsMost of them have credit cards and carsOr large houses, me I'm on that rapper shitWhich means I don’t got a jobI just have a couple hundred dollarsAnd a sack and a pack of cigsStill smoke with the crew but it ain’t fun like it used to beWe got high, we don't laugh, we bitch aboutShit we don’t got funny enoughSome homie always got money for drugsGetting too old to be running copsExpired tags drunk driving with a gun in the gloveWith no permit turned into a drug addictYesterday my dad called and he said that I concerned him‘Cause I’m pale and i’m frailWhen I sitting inside my house with my girlfriend like a hermitHurry pull the curtainWorking dead end jobs part time for the extra cashBut it never lasts, and i never hadAny backup plan, broke, running from a driver of a checkered cabI need to catch a nap butI’ve been up for 3 days doin meth with my so called better half‘02 — '05 was a blur, it occurred to me one night, I was in the lab justWell I was wastin time while I was pacing aroundWith that MD20/20Rap game ain’t paying my pockets ain't banging, my fridgidaire still emptyRibs are stickin, my mouth is dry, looking for another couch to occupyMama like come on baby maybe this ain’t for youGive another 9 to 5 a tryBut I rather sell bootleg movies out of my partner’s hooptieBang my music, roll a doobieSip some lean, hit the stripBang a bitch that probably averageBut when she pops a pill she’s a savageAnd I was half lit when I smashed itWoke up at 2 there's an eighthThink I’m losing my faith, good Lord ain’t have shitEviction notice fuck being focusedI’m overdosin on Jim BeamBlack out then I come toLike what we sipping on, who got the green‘Cause I need itOne 55 soaking wet, damn I ain’t eatingIt’s a blessing I’m still breathing‘Cause I wasâ€
