AA Can't Fix Me

Duration

3:55

Genres

Hip-Hop

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VERSE 1: Sometimes I wanna get high.. Matter fact all the time I wanna get high It's all been defined by how often I lie N how the day went n if my thoughts'll get tied Up with light up the rolled joint n get fried What I wanna do is give up hope n then die But I keep on pressin like remote to a set N every channel just bores me but I won't get upset If I can pop a couple pills or get dope n get bent But I know I can't because my folks'll get bent N then I'll go n get sent out the home and then roam The streets so defeated I could hole up n groan In a gutter under a bridge n just suffer alone No friends because I would just be a bummer to know Bugged to the bone.. I would just talk to myself N anyone that heard me or just bark at myself HOOK: N I just wanna get high.. I want to.. I don't even give a shit if I die.. N I just wanna get high.. I don't care what people think I'm crazy crazy.. VERSE 2: Forcing handfuls of more pill in it More revisions to my brain would force me schizzin A schizzo .. Think of the home I miss tho Get so paranoid the trees n wind blow N I think they whisperin about my mental Condition and the cars all drivin me tenfold Crazy and I hope the drivers know it's so Crazy to ee myself frozen in cold Readin license plates like they tellin me somethin Think I'm a secret agent and my felony's nothin That I am a decent homie but I'll never be nothin N wonder why I'm trippin n it better be tussin That's makin me so sick n not developing mustle My muscles are all rigid n I'm swellin these knuckles Punchin on streetsigns n tippin over trashcans Elbowin out windows bellowing mad man... VERSE 3: I am the one that AA can't fix NA, CA for all day can't fix But I tolerate a meeting tho I hate that shit I say that quick even tho I stay that sick Cuz I wanna get better and I hope I do But today I'm gettin high if I don't go back to Jail first from stealin box of coricidin N if I get caught hope they like 'of course he didn't' Force me into the cuffs locked so hard I been arrested more and some holds are Placed anytime many times I am incarcerated Marked from mayhem I got scars from scrapin Broken glass or razors on my arms n take em Serious but I slip through the cracks like ants When the system can't hold me I clap my hands.. That's my plan it's to just crack like cans...