Transplants It's A Problem Lyrics

I started out smoking dirt weed
Dimes of stress
It burn the shit outta my throat
And light a fire on my chest
Homey had a couple of pounds
Showed me I was impressed
Now it's 20 years later
Bitch and mine is the best
The shits got my depressed
Either that or the bills
Or the motherf*cking bottles
Going in the for the kill
Bitch, I tried the straight and narrow
I forgot how it feels
I'm a bonafide f*ckup
What I'm saying is real...

Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough
Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough

Now it's a problem
A f*ckin' problem

Fresh on the scene
Only 17
Hanging out with my orders
I was showing green
Always show cuties
I always ask way
Who's got strong eyes
Who to deny
The rule one is
There ain't no f*cking rules
Its cold and its mean
Vicious and cool
You boot it up
You shoot it up You fall on the tracks
It's a king sized drag
If you never make it back

Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still thought it just ain't enough
Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough

Now it's a problem
A f*ckin' problem

I remember it like yesterday 12 years old
Doctor gave me coony cough syrup to help up my cold
I started mixing up the sprite like my partners at school
Putting it in 2 styrofoam cups and started drink more cool
I went from [?] to 8 everyday
Cooney-coherent, what the f*ck did I say?
Getting sloppy, getting shitty, going non-stop
Still an addict and activist, don't waste one drop
It's a problem

Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough
Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough

Now it's a problem
A f*ckin' problem