I started out smoking dirt weed Dimes of stress It burn the shit outta my throat And light a fire on my chest Homey had a couple of pounds Showed me I was impressed Now it's 20 years later Bitch and mine is the best The shits got my depressed Either that or the bills Or the motherfucking bottles Going in the for the kill Bitch, I tried the straight and narrow I forgot how it feels I'm a bonafide fuckup What I'm saying is real... Too much of anything can never be a good thing But somehow still though it just ain't enough Too much of anything can never be a good thing But somehow still though it just ain't enough Now it's a problem A fuckin' problem Fresh on the scene Only 17 Hanging out with my orders I was showing green Always show cuties I always ask way Who's got strong eyes Who to deny The rule one is There ain't no fucking rules Its cold and its mean Vicious and cool You boot it up You shoot it up You fall on the tracks It's a king sized drag If you never make it back Too much of anything can never be a good thing But somehow still thought it just ain't enough Too much of anything can never be a good thing But somehow still though it just ain't enough Now it's a problem A fuckin' problem I remember it like yesterday 12 years old Doctor gave me coony cough syrup to help up my cold I started mixing up the sprite like my partners at school Putting it in 2 styrofoam cups and started drink more cool I went from [?] to 8 everyday Cooney-coherent, what the fuck did I say? Getting sloppy, getting shitty, going non-stop Still an addict and activist, don't waste one drop It's a problem Too much of anything can never be a good thing But somehow still though it just ain't enough Too much of anything can never be a good thing But somehow still though it just ain't enough Now it's a problem A fuckin' problem