I call my rolling papers answer sheets
She cleans up as her nose bleeds
She's been in plenty car seats
Shattered pieces as her heart beats
Played the saviour once
Only if you'd lose that ounce
Every time you run your mouth
And the words come out
Saying that its my fault
Put you to the Jet Life
Seen it to clear my mind
You seen it as an entry drug
Well... in life you choose
You took the 'shrooms
Ground moves
Euphoric moods
That hypodermic
That narcotic
Like an epidemic
sh** is hectic
Call the paramedic
sh** is insane
Ask anyone,from day one
Count on me ring up 911
You know me girl
I was there for you
When all you had was you
You know its true
That voice in your head confirmed it
Concur to it,can't counter it
Tried to better you
Meet me half way through
Count on you to count on you
You ain't pull through
Dealers have no receipts
Too many lives in these corners
Too many n***as been in comas
I'd hate to think you're next
Damn... I call my rolling papers answer sheets