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Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa) Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa Yeah, I been tryna drink less But I feel like when I drink I'm at my best Not a care in the world, no stress Always give the world my everything and no less I wake up seven days a week and get the job done You know I'm always there for my wife and my son And at the end of the day, I love to pour one More like two, but occasionally three and it scares me Not because I have a problem I'm the type of person, if there's an issue, then I'ma solve 'em It's more like seeing how this shit has destroyed life Uh, I look at my mom, I look at my dad And see how drugs and alcohol took away everything they had And it makes me sad, I found the balance, but I feel bad I didn't drink 'til I was twenty-seven and I did from then And everytime I take a sip I'm scared that I'll become them We went to Alcoholics Anonymous mostly twice a week I was just a little boy that listen when people would speak Prostitutes, preaches, substitute teachers Cops and criminals, they all gave speeches About this addiction and it filled me with conviction Keep comin' back, boy, it works if you work it And I did, growin' up, I was a AA kid Letras de cancionesI never wanted to make the mistakes that they did Yeah, sometimes when I sip, you know, I feel survivor's guilt But I know that what I'm drinkin' could destroy all that I built So I tread lightly, this shit leaves people dead nightly Alcoholic bullets in my blood, so I might be Drug addict bullets in my jeans, so I might be But I don't use that shit to escape I deal with my problems head on 'til this day Addiction to substance, it was my faith, but I broke the cycle Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa Ayo, damn Yo, can we roll the window down, please? I can—, I can barely see, the fuckin' weed smoke, yo Logic, why are you scared of weed? I ain't scared Well, you obviously feel some type of way about it No, I—, I don't know why it's gotta be a big fuckin' deal, okay? I just don't wanna do it Man, just hit the blunt No Just hit the shit, man Bro, I gotta be on stage in like fuckin' forty minutes I'm not tryna perform in the tenth dimension Havin' panic attacks and shit on stage, man, fuck all that Bro, this weed ain't even that strong You'll be fine in like thirty minutes Lenny, don't hit him my shit This from Cali', this that brain rape What, what? Yeah, that's what it's called Fuck, no What? Ain't no—, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Ain't—, ain't no way in hell, I'm smokin' some shit called brain rape Bro, what the fuck is that? Yo, Logic, just take a hit Take a little baby hit Man, why you guys always tryna peer pressure me, man? It's not even like I'm— Ayy, man Ayy, bro, stop bein' a fuckin'— Come on, man, just—, just hit the fuckin' weed, bro Alright, alright, alright, goddamn, fine, fuck, shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, hit that shit, hit that shit From Letras Mania