Regret

[Verse 1: Infinite Sidd] Blowing smoke up in the air seemed to clear out the clouds Hopefully soberness get a little less tough to handle, so the going gets stepping backwards Ego fills me up at times, but still just average Mood gets dampered, low class no attendance, dosage heavy This trench coat be smelling, jeez When this bad habit get me addicted, a fiend I'm missing the scene, we called the other day... Melancholy got me. I'm ripping the receipt with your number! Go fuck yourself, bitch. Or four others! Forget it, this just hurts me; But what irks me is I forget to smoke weed one fine day, and I start to recollect Every little poor decision I made, regretting them I grab the medicine, and recuperate If I don't regret this, then maybe I'm made to sin All my thoughts are cluttered and vaguer than the dream I had last night Fuck