One more hit One more sip You know You know Hate being dependent On the bottom of a cup Thought it'd push my social up But fuck it I guess I grew up a screw up
I grew up A fucking screw up Gimmie a new cup And fill it too much Not leaving this place without two crutch-es Im feelin few pulses This feeling propulsive The ceiling closes As my body convulses I can't feel a thing no more I can't even feel the mothafuckin pain no more This shit gimmie the key that opens a door To a brand new world, for me to explore Man And my mind is distorted And my words I so damn malted That sanity's been deported And left yesterday orphaned I should do this less often But sleeping's harder you're off it Man imma end up in a coffin
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief
Much of your pain is self-chosen It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears
I found people I lost people I found em again By following trends Im lending from my old years For forgotten souvenirs Is it really worth it These moments ain't even perfect If theres a lesson, I ain't learned it But if its paper, you bet I burnt it I wish I could relive it But my minds to far to believe it