I ain't got no regrets
Since my last cigarette
It's seemed to take that effect in me
I never felt the full threat
Of [bad word] roulette
With 6 bullets in the magazine

To think when I would smoke alone at night
Pathetically
Making excuses to keep living my life

Spending all those years of getting too [bad word] Stereotypically in a bad bunch
All of the skunk in all of the blunts
Made irreparable dents in my funds
Spending all my nights outside
And going home with bright red eyes
Most of life
I've waisted my time
Now I draw the line
And it's for the better
Yes it's for the better

Find it hard to accept
So I try to suppress
When the police arrested me
All for what I possessed
Finally I confessed
As they drove me away from the scene

To think when I would smoke alone at night
Pathetically
Making excuses to keep living my life

Spending all those years of getting too [bad word] Stereotypically in a bad bunch
All of the skunk in all of the blunts
Made irreparable dents in my funds
Spending all my nights outside
And going home with bright red eyes
Most of life
I've waisted my time
Now I draw the line
And it's for a better

Start
Where I can't fall apart
And I can blaze in the dark
With my 6 stringed guitar.
Tryna open my heart
And not break it apart
See me raising the bar

To make a better me
And not forget that formally
I spent almost all my life bunnin'

And getting too [bad word] Stereotypically in a bad bunch
All of the skunk in all of the blunts
Made irreparable dents in my funds
Spending all my nights outside
And going home with bright red eyes
Most of life
I've waisted my time
Now I draw the line
And it's for a better
Yes it's for the better