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