Two weeks without alcohol ain't hard
And memories and hell that helps me sleep
I cannot focus if I don't rest
And If I ain't doin' nothin',
lord, then I get depressed
So here's to raisin' hell
Oh hell life ain't all it's supposed to be
Walkin' floors and worryin'
Behind locked doors avoiding
I've lived and learned and lord
I've fought three at once
taking chances constantly
I like to get high as a mountain
When I'm crumblin' to my knees
And all that shit they talk,
it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
Well these wrinkles they are proof of age
They read of all these single days
By learnin' who is who, and what is what
See man, some may show a mask or two
And base their lives on havin'
Man, that life must be lonely as fuck
See that's not how it's sup
I've lived and learned and lord I made it back
I want nothin', that's still all I have
It's not what you make or do
I like to get high as a mountain
When I'm crumblin' to my knees
And all that shit they talk,
it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
In fact I've opted out, I've given up
See man, money is a thing of the past
You spend it once, and it don't come back
So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small
This is not what it's supposed to be
Walkin' floors and worryin'
It's about life and love and fam
I've been lit up before and I've
Made mistakes and I've learned to laugh
I like to get high as a mountain
When I'm crumblin' to my knees
And all that shit they talk,
it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
Searching chain store shelves
Pacing chain store floors for identity.
