[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Psycho-active methylone
Colors rushing through my dome
Hoping I can make it home
Will I die? I never know
Smoking on sativa, this that OG Wiz Khalifa
If you bad then I might freak ya
After 3:00 I gotta leave ya, though
Stimulation, overload
Send me into comatose
Feel like I got broken bones
Lace it up, no open toes
I've been live since I was freshman
Fucking ‘round with no protection
Feel it like a lethal weapon
I’mma blow in seven seconds
Mama got antidepressants
I mix them with Percocets
I've been lost inside my head
Couldn't tell you where or when
I can’t fight the feeling
Drugs just click for me like metronomes
I use them as stepping stones
So I can find the perfect flow and set the tone
When I'm with my dogs you know we get the bone
Tied up like a hostage, all these women tryna press my phone
Passed it back on heroin, ‘cause Jesus took the Methadone
I done been to places in my mind that you would never go

[Chorus]
I can't do this shit forever
But the drugs keep me in a trance, yeah
I tried to get myself together
But the devil wants me to dance
Paranoia's on my mind
I think I'm running out of time
I can still make it to Heaven
But first I gotta get past 27

[Verse 2]
You never thought of the consequences
You never pray ‘cause you not religious
You never fell for the superstitions
You never tried to go make a difference
You always drown in your vices
‘Cause you always feeling so lifeless
And I understand what you going through
But someone shoulda told you that your life is
Close to an end
What if you take Oxycodone again?
What if it's too late to phone in a friend?
What if the colors you see when you trip are the final images inside of your head?
Your mama gave you good brain, it could make you millions
But instead you choose to humiliate yourself
Instead of accumulating wealth
And I know it's hard to relate to
Anybody, ‘cause they ain't you
‘Cause you’re living life in a glass box
And all of your demons are holding the key to the padlock
And you’re too afraid to go throw the stones
‘Cause every night you feel so alone
You'd rather drown in shots of Patron
You hate yourself right down to the bone
Money and weed and women were never solutions
But you try to hide from the truth
And now you laying on your deathbed
Asking yourself where your youth went
I’ve been fighting back my suicidal thoughts
Asking “what's the cost?”, no one give a fuck
But if I could write all this for myself
Maybe an angel could set me up
Yours truly

[Chorus]
I can't do this shit forever
But the drugs keep me in a trance, yeah
I tried to get myself together
But the devil wants me to dance
Paranoia's on my mind
I think I’m running out of time
I can still make it to Heaven
But first I gotta get past 27