It'S A Problem

I started out smoking dirt weed, dimes and stress
It burnt the shit out of my throat and lit a fire in my chest
The homie had a couple pounds, showed me, I was impressed
Now it's twenty years later, bitch and mine is the best
This shit's got me depressed, it's either that or them pills
Or that motherfuckin' bottle's going in for the kill
Bitch I tried the straight and narrow, I forgot how it feels
I'm a bonafide fuck-up, what I'm saying is real

Too much of anything could never be a good thing
But somehow, still though, it just ain't enough
Too much of anything could never be a good thing
But somehow, still though, it just ain't enough
Now it's a problem
A fucking problem

Fresh on the scene, on the 17
Hanging with my older brothers, I was young and green
Always so curious, I always asked why
Who got strung out and who lived to die
The only rule is, there ain't no fucking rules
It's codeine, it's me and it's vicious and cruel
Now boot it up and shoot it up and follow them tracks
It's a king size drag, if you never make it back

Too much of anything could never be a good thing
But somehow, still though, it just ain't enough
Too much of anything could never be a good thing
But somehow, still though, it just ain't enough
Now it's a problem
A fucking problem

I remember it like yesterday, twelve years old
Doctor gave me codeine cough syrup to help with my cold
I started mixing up the Sprite like my partners at school
Put it in two Styrofoam cups to keep the drink more cool
I went from two OZs to four OZs to eight every day
Codeine coma, incoherent, what the fuck did I say?
Looking sloppy, getting shitty, nodding off nonstop
Still an addict for the Actavis, don't waste one drop
Boy it's a problem

Too much of anything could never be a good thing
But somehow, still though, it just ain't enough
Too much of anything could never be a good thing
But somehow, still though, it just ain't enough
Now it's a problem
A fucking problem