Changes

[Intro]

(my throat is fucked right now but i'm still gonna record this song)

[Verse 1: disoc8]

I got less friends but i get more sex
And i got less cares but i'm way too stressed
And i can't smoke weed cause it fucks with my head
I just want a way out
(yeah i just want a way out)

Who wants to be responsible?
Pop codeine and you'll feel phenomenal
Getting more pills is your only obstacle
(that you'll find)
And i'll miss it from time to time

[Verse 2: disoc8]

Hey girl, can you tell me whats wrong?
Nothing feels real since i hit that bong
I still feel shit and it's been so long
Like i still feel shit but my will stays strong

I can't get comfortable
I do drugs it's the way i say fuck it all
Paranoid, anxious, fuck it we ball
Blow my brains out across the wall

[Bridge]

(peter, what are you doing?
Crack
What the fuck?
Hеy at least i'm not drinking brian
Yeah but this isn't exactly a good substitutе, where'd you get crack?
From blacks)

[Verse 3: disoc8]

Benzodiazepines like fuck my health
Tramadol, codeine, can you give me help?
And i can't stay clean, can you wish me well?
Anxiety i don't know myself

I don't know myself
I'm still clean i don't know myself
I don't know myself
Still fucking clean i dont know myself

[Outro]

(what?
Yeah, right behind blacks hardware store, theres a white guy selling it
Look, doing crack is not the way to stop drinking, you need to get to the heart of why you need to drink in the first place
Look, here, this is the number of a hypnotherapist i want you to see
Alright brian
Hey peter just thought i'd check on you-
Oh my god!)