Yellow xanax, yellow school bus

Junkies killing junkies, lets enjoy the buzz.

Screaming ‘fuck it all and let’s get high!’

Never ever worried about the price

 

Always rolling the fucking dice 

Playing with my blade while I smoke spice

Nothing about this life is nice

Roaming in my headspace, I paid the price

 

The price to get high

The price to not die

The price to not ask why

The price to breath air in life

 

I’m intoxicated, going the extra mile

Daytime drinking all the while 

While I wait for another line

Never again snorting what’s not mine.

 

Alternating between that green & white

I could care less if it ain’t right

Either way I float, I’m taking flight

Airplane mode like every other night

 

I blew half an ‘O in less than a week

This right here is NOT for the weak

I’ve been on a year long streak

For now the future seems bleak

 

Life after line, I’m getting so high

Chopping it all up until it’s fine

Can’t risk fucking dying

It’s a love-hate realtionship, I’m not lying

 

It’s hard to understand and explain

I got toxic love for fish scale cocaine

Back in the day, I was unfamiliar

But now I’m beyond familiar

 

You won’t catch me lacking off the powder

My drugs are only getting louder

When I get it I can smell it through the bag

Enjoying myself before my toe gets a tag

 

This life is very dark, there’s no humor

I’m hearing voices, I hear rumors

My mind still plays tricks on me

I was almost gone, almost free

 

None of us asks to be born

Life has been so cruel, I’m torn

I go to sleep mourning

Drenched in sorrow early morning

 

Swimming off to the deep end

Woke up angry knowing I have to live again

I should’ve known this life is cold

I jumped in the pool, never being told

 

Never being warned, always had to fold

When things got tough, I had to be bold

For me myself and I 

I’m really alone while I prep this line

 

Hoping this rail of coke sets me free

Free from all this, you see?

It was all fun and games in the beginning

It always seem like that when you’re sinning

 

There’s good days and bad days

Now-a-days I’m really on my own

I’m not high yet but my mind is blown

I overdosed but it’s not like I could’ve known

 

It’s fucked up to say we all have a choice

Most of us choose not to use our inner voice

So we end up losing ourselves in the process

Life is premeditated game of chaos and stress

 

I’m not sure what to do besides snort more coke

Some would say I’m hurting but that’s a joke

Snorting cocaine is the only way I know how to cope

Especially now, I’d be really dead without my dope

 

How can I let go of the instant rush to my brain?

Oh cocaine, honey cocaine

Helps me cope with the constant pain

The pain I inherited from that day

 

It’s insane how we as humans choose to cope

Chasing the dragon, I’m so lost in dope

Day by day, the rope’s only getting tighter

Night turns to morning, it’s not getting any brighter

 

Sitting here listening to my music

Wasting away like a fucking muzhik

Waiting for the proper inspiration

Snorting toxic powder, exceeding elevation

 

I’m reaching a new level of recreation

Snortin’ gram sized lines for motivation

Yeah I got a problem but just remember it’s mine

You lack both backbone and a spine

 

I’m alone now but still I can’t stop

Chest feels tight, I’m about to drop

Drop another Benjamin at the spot

Dreading the fuckng day I get caught

 

I suppose that’s the price one has to pay

To have a little fun and a good day

My cousin asked me when I’ll stop living this way

I told him to shut the fuck up and pass the yay

 

‘Cause now’s not the time for a lecture

Tearing down the walls like an architecture

I can’t rap for shit but I’m good at word play

With the help of stimulants, what can I say?

 

Part of me is breathing, part of me is dead

I won’t bother explaining what I just said

I’m riding real fucking crazy

The dangers doesn’t even faze me

 

Hoping this is only a phase

At one point this shit had me feeling crazed

I chose to adapt to it and change my ways

The consequences isn’t worth the play

 

I can’t sleep without the spark of a lighter

I just want to be the highest writer

It’s all on me to bust moves like a fighter

To fight towards being that high writer

 

I feel like I’m in a never ending battle

All over the place from L.A to Seatille

Mother Cali is forever my home

Home of all the drugs that I take to the dome