Running From Your Problems Is A Race

You Don't Really Care About The Trials Of Tomorrow, Rather Lay Awake In A Bed Full Of Sorrow

Running From Your Problems Is A Race You'll Never Win.

And I Try To Piece The Puzzle Of The Universe, Split An Eight Of Shrooms Just So I Could See The Universe !

Blood Sweat And Tears Homie I'm Made Of It

It's The Same Old Thing Getting Lost Day 'n' Nite Young And Lost In The Pain.