Hep 2 3 4
There was this who lived on my block always dealing drugs and one day he got shot I can’t count the times he tried to quite Now the day has come that he won’t live
Chours
Always try to experiment then their gone Try to wear the clothes they put on It takes one word and their hooked for life And you’ll realize through time.
It’s so sick to think that your life is just a waste A waste of something you can’t repose Now the day has come where you won’t like a single day
Chours
Always try to experiment then their gone Try to wear the clothes they put on It takes one word and their hooked for life And you’ll realize through time
Now once a day you get fucked up You live your life in remorse Begging for a freedom you once owned Now you own it no longer more Advice and time that people gave So you can live to see another day A day you realize you needed help But it’s too late (changed as of resently to make more sense)
