I smoke problems away, everybody knows it
I can't stay on this earth, with all my problems showin
Have to go up in the clouds, until all of this is over
Way up in the sky, God knows I can't stay sober
No other way to handle it, can't pretend its all okay
Cuz to tell ya the truth its not, but I'm tryin not to show it
So I'll just sit on the porch all day, smokin life away
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