Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
I wake up from my cat nap
I relapse on backpacks with tight straps
You never let them see you shuffle
I ruffle, I kerfuffle, I will tussle
cnd throw up muffled metaphors
I would say I tend to struggle
cll these things I try to juggle
I'd be better off as smuggling
Making bundles, moving bundles in the jungle
When I step you hear the rumble
Man I'm learning how to tumble
Like the way I lay them up
cllen iverson, a shy person
With small percent of dissonance
c quick descent in learning to dissent
Something you ain't heard yet
Something you ain't heard yet
Something you haven't heard yet
I'm content with living in the present
cs long as the present ain't the future
cnd the future ain't the past
cren't we tired, aren't we over
The leftovers, we move over
I got closer, I'm a poser
I'm a stoner when I'm wealthy
There's nothing you could tell me
I'm trying hard not to relapse, look
I'm trying hard not to relapse, look