[Verse 1: Herbal T]
I'm not a philosopher but sometimes I need to think
I'm not an alcoholic but sometimes I need to drink
And the drinking and the thinking seem to be co-dependent
Cause when trouble's on my mind
That's the way I know to end it
And my brain holds terabytes
But a small fraction of those memories are parasites
And if left uncontrolled
They would grow and take over my soul
Leave a hole and take total control
Of my mind and my energy
And how the fuck am I supposed to love myself when I'm my worst enemy?
Try to find the first remedy but nothing works
Pain is the proof that the truth fucking hurts
And the scars can't be healed by no topical ointment
When you feel like you're just a source of constant disappointment
Looking at yourself as a waste of space
Can make you want to put a gun to your face and that's why

[Hook: Herbal T]
I keep a liquor bottle in the freezer
In case I gotta take it out
And mix me a drink to help me forget all the things in my life that I'm worried about
I keep a glass pipe in the stash box
Just in case I gotta get high
Cause you don't know how things in your life gonna go
Whatcha gonna gotta do to get by

[Verse 2: Herbal T]
Yo
Lime, sugar, ice, and a little bit of rum
I'm gonna slice just a little bit of some
Mint leaves, make a mojito
No necesito
Mucho solo un
Poquito
Just a night cap or two to fight back a few
Voices in my head and if need be I might crack a brew
Get the pipe
Pack a few bowls if I need it
Worked last night so I'm destined to repeat it
On bad nights, I'll get drunk as a mug
Cause it's an easy way to sweep my problems under the rug
I just be partying alone
Bacardi and Patrón
Just a few sips and I'm already in the zone
Temporarily erasing my mind
Fooling myself into thinking that by dealing with shit
I'm wasting my time
And reality's a scary place
It can make you wanna put a gun to your face
And that's why

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