(First verse)
I burn the candle at both ends with equal vigour
And prove stress is the world's most lethal k**er
I guess you are what you eat for dinner
So all them cigarettes and weed and rizla got me feeling thinner
And I need the liquor 'cause the taste is bitter
And now I've got an emaciated figure
I take a swig o' old faithful and tie up some loose ends
If I'm not getting high with a few friends
If I'm not getting by the darker scenes
Then I'll do what it takes to get some larger means
There's no rest for the wicked, I'll be pushing myself
Even though it isn't good for my health
I need sleep, but the bane of this slumber
Is it don't satisfy my insatiable hunger
And even though I moan that it's taking me under
Imma keep on, why, 'cause you gotta be strong
See the weak ones crumble and fold up when the heats on
I treat stress like the bed that I sleep on
And don't mess with the bread that I feed on
Or spread bad vibes through the air that I breathe from
When I go to sleep, I hear the tone of your voice
That sobering noise that I smoke to avoid
And I hope that this noise will fade from my ears
And not be the thing that will haunt me for years
(Hook)
In this place, filled with empty space
(Second verse)
So tell me is this hell for the living
Where everybody gotta push themselves to the limit if they're in it to win it
It's no rest for the wicked, stress from the picket
Fence to the snickets, hence we gotta kick it
I keep high spirits by lifting my gla** to toast
Weed even greener than spinach and artichoke
Chokes me, drama provokes me to spark the dope
Mostly, throaty, I talk in a raspy tone, ghostly
Walking this path alone through the disaster
Zoned out and I'm starving, so hungry
Head hung low, tryna be the head honcho, I'm so gung ho
Until my battery runs low, I become slow, craving REM
Sleep all day and then start again
Writing all night with the parker pen
The sunrise might mark the end when I'm spaced out like Marsha
Mentally drained, about to go cuckoo, but whoever said I was meant to be sane?
I'm penciling pain, my day to day is essentially bending my brain and it's forever the same
I stay up late nights surrounded by close friends
Wondering why I burn the candle at both ends
And thinking about how it's a rotten waste
That I'm forever stuck here in this forgotten place
(Hook)
In this place, filled with empty space