Afterlife

I go and pop another Addy; all my thoughts are amplified Mix it with the perc and xans, I know it's wrong; these drugs I glorify I smoke a blunt of marijuana, and now I'm really feeling fried I've been speaking to my spirits, traveled to the afterlife I have this hunger in my stomach; I just can't seem to satisfy Look up to the Heavens, can't believe it; I'm alive past twenty-five I can't trust a soul; little thing I analyze Never trust a h**, never catch me with a Valentine