Kalibur - Solution lyrics

[Chorus] (I gotta find a solution)// why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution// instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution// I think that I just came to a conclusion..// I smoke too much (drink too much)// hope too much (think too much)// cope too much (sink too much)// broke too much (stink too much)// I think I need help, but won't let myself take it// how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it// [x2] [Verse 1} f** your opinion, some kind of Simeon// sitting in sin with a stripper named Cinnamon// silence inside when I'm spitting these synonyms// violence, I write over rhythms I'm riddling// I feel like I'm a kid again the moment I pick up a pen// get me to the mic and I'm about to rip it up again// I spit it hella tight and then I let you go pick up your chin// you better be coming right, or you won't ever pick it up again// devoured and empowered by the same substance// scour for the flower when the pain ruptures// shower me with powder, sniffing paint buckets// I gotta give it up but I can't - f** it// look into my eyes, I'm destroyed inside// I'm paranoid and high, it would be a joy to cry// but it's never gunna happen, cuz I can't feel sh**// I done lost all my highs and lows from getting lit// [Chorus] (I gotta find a solution)// why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution// instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution// I think that I just came to a conclusion..// I smoke too much (drink too much)// hope too much (think too much)// cope too much (sink too much)// broke too much (stink too much)// I think I need help, but won't let myself take it// how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it// [x2] [Verse 2] Something ain't right// when they're about to cut off all your gas and your lights, but there's bud in your pipe// and Bud Light in a bucket of ice// so you can just shrug and say 'f** it' and chug it all night// but that budget ain't right// and you barely can budge because you're under the spell of your vice// and your liver is paying one hell of a price// but there ain't no telling you twice// you're dealing with the roll of a dice// you gunna fold up or fight?// when it's holding you tight, the grip is colder than ice// how you getting f**ed up when there's nothing in your fridge// and your kid wanna go to get some sh**// but you're too drunk to dip the whip// cuz you done pissed a fifth and hella hit the spliff// and a D.U.I. just ain't the gift to get// can't have your baby took away by the C.P.S. and Mr. Smith// you gotta find a solution// [Chorus] (I gotta find a solution)// why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution// instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution// I think that I just came to a conclusion..// I smoke too much (drink too much)// hope too much (think too much)// cope too much (sink too much)// broke too much (stink too much)// I think I need help, but won't let myself take it// how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it// [x2] [Verse 3] Somewhere inside of me, something has gotta be guiding me// seems every side of me teams up, and rivalry steams up what driving me// splits at the seams, having fits in my dreams// and my diary spits out and screams 'why'd you lie to me'// so will I finally be who I try to be// or will I succumb to the evil inside of me// been young and dumb, now in need of sobriety// but having fun is part of my notoriety// an interagal part of my place in society// losin' the boozin's like losin' a side of me// if I wasn't usin', I wonder who I would be// but it's been in my genes like the sack in my pocket// my head feeling like it's been strapped to a rocket// I put it in motion and now I can't stop it// any day now the bubbles gunna pop// I gotta find a solution// [Chorus] (I gotta find a solution)// why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution// instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution// I think that I just came to a conclusion..// I smoke too much (drink too much)// hope too much (think too much)// cope too much (sink too much)// broke too much (stink too much)// I think I need help, but won't let myself take it// how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it// [x2]