Smokin' Problems Away
Everyday I do it thrice a week, I've been accruin'
And to me that is the move of finding something that is soothin'
My mind it goes, it races, close my eyes, I'm seeing faces
See myself gettin' famous, in my dreams I hear y'all play this
I suppose I'm thinking too much
Introvert that's too much
By myself, chopped up the Dutch
Sleep it off, such and such
That's year-round 365, most of the time up in the hive
I'm feelin' wavy off of medication I previously have been prescribed
To that behavior I don't subsribe
This is how some describe
"The things you do are ill-advised"
Hearing that and I'm not surprised
I'm a bold one, don't always translate
Your thoughts, they'll try and invade
Happiness ain't my choice
Hope you're choosing me as your voice
I smoke my problems away
I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J
Don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm gettin' numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay, no more problems today
I wake up, no sense of purpose
What's the point if I ain't further this?
Roll out of bed just to roll up
Goin' forward, the holdup
Silence in a room full of people
I've been stayin' alert for the weasel
Head is on a swivel, tryna keep it civil
Here I'm in the middle, fightin' for the little
Only got one life to live, I ain't got a life to give
Sneaky thoughts, they're elusive
Crazy vivid, that's stupid
No way the social suited and no way the youngins booted
But I'm ready, one of many
How to understand, it's just a man
He's from New Hampshire
All the answers, moral manners, higher standards
Choose the stress, I don't digress
I do declare, I don't share
Emotions in a bottle
Only slowed down by a pothole
17, am I a fossil?
Troubled kid or just a lost soul?
I smoke my problems away
I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J
Don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm gettin' numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay, no more problems today
I smoke my problems away
I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J
Don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm gettin' numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay, no more problems today
And to me that is the move of finding something that is soothin'
My mind it goes, it races, close my eyes, I'm seeing faces
See myself gettin' famous, in my dreams I hear y'all play this
I suppose I'm thinking too much
Introvert that's too much
By myself, chopped up the Dutch
Sleep it off, such and such
That's year-round 365, most of the time up in the hive
I'm feelin' wavy off of medication I previously have been prescribed
To that behavior I don't subsribe
This is how some describe
"The things you do are ill-advised"
Hearing that and I'm not surprised
I'm a bold one, don't always translate
Your thoughts, they'll try and invade
Happiness ain't my choice
Hope you're choosing me as your voice
I smoke my problems away
I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J
Don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm gettin' numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay, no more problems today
I wake up, no sense of purpose
What's the point if I ain't further this?
Roll out of bed just to roll up
Goin' forward, the holdup
Silence in a room full of people
I've been stayin' alert for the weasel
Head is on a swivel, tryna keep it civil
Here I'm in the middle, fightin' for the little
Only got one life to live, I ain't got a life to give
Sneaky thoughts, they're elusive
Crazy vivid, that's stupid
No way the social suited and no way the youngins booted
But I'm ready, one of many
How to understand, it's just a man
He's from New Hampshire
All the answers, moral manners, higher standards
Choose the stress, I don't digress
I do declare, I don't share
Emotions in a bottle
Only slowed down by a pothole
17, am I a fossil?
Troubled kid or just a lost soul?
I smoke my problems away
I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J
Don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm gettin' numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay, no more problems today
I smoke my problems away
I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J
Don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm gettin' numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay, no more problems today
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Writer(s): Christopher Dezurick
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