Rayanne, can't u understand I don't know how to take it as a compliment or a criticism You say that i made you happy enough That you didn't have to be a junkie So when i axed you (nicely) to leave I felt kinda guilty that drugs said "hi" again Your amphetamines were replaced with my bad attitude Your speed got replaced with my mood swings Your heroin got subbed with how much i hate your dad I'm surprised you didn't need your fix around me Tell me now, if i see you all strung out Will you scream and pout Will you say that it's my fault It's kinda fishy that i suppressed your urge to get high And your logic i can't buy That your crystal meth was less fun than me