instrumental meddlin', goin' mental meddlin',
mixin in my room usin' music to settle in,
givin dollars to drug pedalin', put the weed petals in

my bong and then puff until I'm tall again,
lettin' nothin' bother me durin the time wherein
I'm high and writin' rhymes with low ink in my pen, $#&@ it

I'll just type it the notebook then, typecast into a role in which i have no self control,
fell in love with a friend
which made me end up in the fringe,

so I smoke another bowl again in hopes of being whole again,
write another song to take my mind off my relationships,
with you and my friends and my parents too,

so pay attention
Peanut gang and Snoopy tend to shovel for information,
assumin' while decipherin' lyrics, tweets and lines again,

cryptic tales from the crypt of my mind, drive 'em (ignition sound, car doesn't start)
up the wall but then again i need a lot space to vent my %#@!.


(*##$es brew when I leave em hangin' like a pair of shoes on the wire in Maryland,
swingin' higher and overheads, reasons misunderstood by myself too,
think I might prefer being alone than with you,

raised the bar and now its hard to compete with,
hearin' you laugh is just, a sweet privilege,
that I get once in a blue moon,

turns out I'm half, cut again too,
liquid courage encouragin' me to spill it all out again,
wait, I never got the chance, which is

why my little mind is still filled with advances towards you,
slowly over it, decided lines were more than necessary to articulate,
what I couldn't state in less than 140, character $$#assination

in the dream theatre of my mind, you Wilkes Booth killed my Presidential state of mind, now my Vices are in charge again and again, like Bill Clinton, this time I only blame myself partially.