Gears

Well, the tip of my thumb has been whittled like wood
The way I'm abusing the lighter
I'm a self-medicating, a tokin' all day
And a-tryna fight fire with fire

I live by the pipe, and I'll die by it too
Atleast that's how it seems to me
The grass it's a-burnin', the gears they're a-churnin'
And that's how it always will be
And that's how it always will be

Well, I'm dazed and confused, on the floor of my room
In the company of constant concern
A-thinkin' through thoughts that've got me
Distraught for a reason I couldn't discern

The reefer, it does what it knows to do best
A-settin' my troubled mind free
The grass it's a-burnin', the gears they're a-churnin'
And that's how it always will be
And that's how it always will be

Said I live by the pipe, and I'll die by it too
Atleast that's how it seems to me
The grass it's a-burnin', the gears they're a-churnin'
And that's how it always will be
And that's how it always will be
And that's how it always will be