I just can't seem to control myself
But I ain't lookin for nor accepting nobody's help
You say the word discipline
I crack a little grin
Upon my spittle ridden chin
And slip a cigarette right in between my lips and puff
Just a touch of that good stuff
My lungs kick up a stink but I'm the one that rules this kingdom
And sure a little liqour to pour
My liver quivers at the sight of it but I'm all like more
More more
A little shoddy but my body endures
Play the life game like lottery on monopoly boards
Takin risks like it dont really affect me
Talkin bout the years I got left mother fucker I got plenty
I keep goin till I'm runnin on empty
Especially since noone knows how comfortable that deathbed be
Not sayin that I'm gonna jump off a cliff
But if I did I probably land with a thump in bliss

I'm Living in the moment from addictions and impulses
It's Conflictin and corrosive
And right now it's hitting home with
Just the notion of cirrhosis of the liver
N lung tumours from these cigarettes im smokin smokin
No joke man

It's my list of addictive habits
That follow one after the other in a never ending flow of desire and temporary satiation of that petty trivial avoidance of the non ability to cope with the moment.

See It's these little things that add up
N life is a collection of habits and the fact is mine are bad ones
From the moment I wake up late
and to the time I go to bed way after when I said
It's one coping mechanism after the next
My spider legs spinning a web into a prison of regrets
Its all these red lights I run
And all this mounting debt on borrowed time
That I've spent on wasted breath
I guess it's just a ride
So why join the rest in a desperate attempt to get ahead
When in the end your health is what will get left behind
Put the yolo in my yoyo state of mind
N straight define the present moment as the only place I can get high
Am I chasing the dragon or my own tail Afraid of failure so I don't even try
I need to find the reasons why But I'm too busy with my demons feeding time
Open wide to satisfy the moment Till that fiend dies