I've been thinking 'bout a way to change the subject. Trying to stay away from it, but I can seem to stop it. I know that we ain't got time to be falling in love again. I hope that we can still be more than friends, yeah. I smoke. she smokes. although I don't usually do this but I'm hot again. I smoke. she smokes. I swear we don't usually do this. Oh shit! I'm high. I mocked up. I smoked up. I act cool. I can't give a f*ck at back of my mind I'm thinking 'bout is the right thing to do. She's grabbing necks, poppin' my mind and sometimes I gotta join the party. Maybe she's a sensation give one hit and I'm through. Oh she did it. I'm in a coma. I'm addicted. I don't wanna think about the other thing she got goin' on or decide what she's tryna hide. Her mom says, "soon as the house is gone, maybe get a fix machine or a retail. She made me think clear all alone The only thing clear about my body is this song."