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