Solution Lyrics - Singles - Kalibur

[Chorus] 

(I gotta find a solution)// 

why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution// 

instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution// 

I think that I just came to a conclusion..// 

I smoke too much (drink too much)// 

hope too much (think too much)// 

cope too much (sink too much)// 

broke too much (stink too much)// 

I think I need help, but won't let myself take it// 

how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it// 

[x2] 

[Verse 1} 

Fuck your opinion, some kind of Simeon// 

sitting in sin with a stripper named Cinnamon// 

silence inside when I'm spitting these synonyms// 

violence, I write over rhythms I'm riddling// 

I feel like I'm a kid again the moment I pick up a pen// 

get me to the mic and I'm about to rip it up again// 

I spit it hella tight and then I let you go pick up your chin// 

you better be coming right, or you won't ever pick it up again// 

devoured and empowered by the same substance// 

scour for the flower when the pain ruptures// 

shower me with powder, sniffing paint buckets// 

I gotta give it up but I can't - fuck it// 

look into my eyes, I'm destroyed inside// 

I'm paranoid and high, it would be a joy to cry// 

but it's never gunna happen, cuz I can't feel shit// 

I done lost all my highs and lows from getting lit// 

[Chorus] 

(I gotta find a solution)// 

why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution// 

instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution// 

I think that I just came to a conclusion..// 

I smoke too much (drink too much)// 

hope too much (think too much)// 

cope too much (sink too much)// 

broke too much (stink too much)// 

I think I need help, but won't let myself take it// 

how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it// 

[x2] 

[Verse 2] 

Something ain't right// 

when they're about to cut off all your gas and your lights, but there's bud in your pipe// 

and Bud Light in a bucket of ice// 

so you can just shrug and say 'fuck it' and chug it all night// 

but that budget ain't right// 

and you barely can budge because you're under the spell of your vice// 

and your liver is paying one hell of a price// 

but there ain't no telling you twice// 

you're dealing with the roll of a dice// 

you gunna fold up or fight?// 

when it's holding you tight, the grip is colder than ice// 

how you getting fucked up when there's nothing in your fridge// 

and your kid wanna go to get some shit// 

but you're too drunk to dip the whip// 

cuz you done pissed a fifth and hella hit the spliff// 

and a D.U.I. just ain't the gift to get// 

can't have your baby took away by the C.P.S. and Mr. Smith// 

you gotta find a solution// 

[Chorus] 

(I gotta find a solution)// 

why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution// 

instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution// 

I think that I just came to a conclusion..// 

I smoke too much (drink too much)// 

hope too much (think too much)// 

cope too much (sink too much)// 

broke too much (stink too much)// 

I think I need help, but won't let myself take it// 

how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it// 

[x2] 

[Verse 3] 

Somewhere inside of me, something has gotta be guiding me// 

seems every side of me teams up, and rivalry steams up what driving me// 

splits at the seams, having fits in my dreams// 

and my diary spits out and screams 'why'd you lie to me'// 

so will I finally be who I try to be// 

or will I succumb to the evil inside of me// 

been young and dumb, now in need of sobriety// 

but having fun is part of my notoriety// 

an interagal part of my place in society// 

losin' the boozin's like losin' a side of me// 

if I wasn't usin', I wonder who I would be// 

but it's been in my genes like the sack in my pocket// 

my head feeling like it's been strapped to a rocket// 

I put it in motion and now I can't stop it// 

any day now the bubbles gunna pop// 

I gotta find a solution// 

[Chorus] 

(I gotta find a solution)// 

why I'm fillin up my body and my mind with pollution// 

instead of a thought or a rhyme, I brought the chronic and a bottle of wine as my contribution// 

I think that I just came to a conclusion..// 

I smoke too much (drink too much)// 

hope too much (think too much)// 

cope too much (sink too much)// 

broke too much (stink too much)// 

I think I need help, but won't let myself take it// 

how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it// 

[x2]