Stop looking at me when I'm going inhale, puff

I know you thinking "he ain't shit" when I go hit that blunt

Feel you watching me disgusted prolly think that I'm ugly observing me while I'm smoking, imagining giving up

Obligated to something but it's too cryptic I've noticed to further see down more better of where my life would be going

Cannot help but to feel like I'm going crazy or something but all my demons are watching so there's no point of me running

Smoking takes me away from the reality pain while listening to Rod Wave while having not much to say...

Why speak on my problems when I've been had it all bottled you wouldn't care but to show me fake sympathy anyway

How could you ever understand when I can't with myself?

I'm more addicted to the dark than any light could help

I'm more aquitted faking smiles over pain I've felt

I'm more afflicted in the head. let me just exhale