Anti-Dope

All I got is myself and a pack of smokes, the opposite of antidote, this false hope if killing me, so aye light up another smoke, consumed by the fumes, write another tune, just when you think it’s good for me, then it’s good for you, fool me once, fool me twice, it’s alright, I move on like I got another life, hit the checkpoint, hopefully sober, from season to season, from October through summer, she said can you tell me what it means, to feel at ease, trynna catch shade under palm trees, see that’s where you got it wrong, you fucking with the wrong trees, ain't talking weed or buds, talking bout that get right, where they look at you in disgust, no time to discuss, this happened all natural, all eyes on us or on what it really was.