Gears

Well, the tip of my thumb has been whittled like wood

The way I'm abusing the lighter

I'm a self-medicating, a tokin' all day

And a-tryna fight fire with fire

I live by the pipe, and I'll die by it too

Atleast that's how it seems to me

The grass it's a-burnin', the gears they're a-churnin'

And that's how it always will be

And that's how it always will be

Well, I'm dazed and confused, on the floor of my room

In the company of constant concern

A-thinkin' through thoughts that've got me

Distraught for a reason I couldn't discern

The reefer, it does what it knows to do best

A-settin' my troubled mind free

The grass it's a-burnin', the gears they're a-churnin'

And that's how it always will be

And that's how it always will be

Said I live by the pipe, and I'll die by it too

Atleast that's how it seems to me

The grass it's a-burnin', the gears they're a-churnin'

And that's how it always will be

And that's how it always will be

And that's how it always will be