Holding your hand - your the earth I'm the sand
understand.. I want to be your man like you plan...

Ive been drifting away..
I've been drifting away...

It's not weed that I heat up as a roach/
with marlboro smoke to choke up my throat...

These months have been eating me recently/
bringing me to my knees n' defeating me easily...

If I could make everyone happy - I'd of won life
If everyone could feel joy - I'd have none but one...

My head is mechancial,
Can't think straight when it rains...

Is my skin blue,
or am I see through...