Substance Abuse B.o.B
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[Intro]
Substance
Sub-sub-substance
Sub-sub-substance
Yeah, uh, substance
[Chorus]
Abuse, abuse, yeah, abuse, what
Substance abuse, abuse, look, abuse, what
Substance abuse, abuse, abuse
Talkin' 'bout weed and alcohol, weed and alcohol
Substance abuse, abuse, yeah, abuse, what
Substance abuse, abuse, look, abuse, what
Substance abuse, abuse, abuse
Talkin' 'bout weed and alcohol, weed and alcohol
[Verse 1]
Abusin' from sick, high choosin'
Nigga, God bless you, I'm a god, bless you
Four projects in, what you thought I was gon' do?
Smoke any less weed, pop any less shrooms?
Bob, Bob, Bob, this is your mind, okay
This is your mind on drugs
You have any idea what this means?
It means I'm high as fuck
They prescribe teens all type of stuff
Shit that calmed you down, shit that hyped you up
Even the side effects got side effects
As if you ain't already depressed enough
So what is abuse to smoke out, I don't need an excuse
Not even for pharmacy use
You just say no, I say let's roll up a doob
And turn into a puddle of soup
Harmful for who, harmful like formula food
Or hormones that farmers produce?
I come with the truth, I like in the now with no roof
Don't know what a doctor would do
When people get high, I just get high off this weed
Don't need no alternative route
I'm stuck on the moon, don't fit in, but I'm in the loop
And no, there ain't no substitutes for
Substance
Sub-sub-substance
Sub-sub-substance
Yeah, uh, substance
[Chorus]
Abuse, abuse, yeah, abuse, what
Substance abuse, abuse, look, abuse, what
Substance abuse, abuse, abuse
Talkin' 'bout weed and alcohol, weed and alcohol
Substance abuse, abuse, yeah, abuse, what
Substance abuse, abuse, look, abuse, what
Substance abuse, abuse, abuse
Talkin' 'bout weed and alcohol, weed and alcohol
[Verse 1]
Abusin' from sick, high choosin'
Nigga, God bless you, I'm a god, bless you
Four projects in, what you thought I was gon' do?
Smoke any less weed, pop any less shrooms?
Bob, Bob, Bob, this is your mind, okay
This is your mind on drugs
You have any idea what this means?
It means I'm high as fuck
They prescribe teens all type of stuff
Shit that calmed you down, shit that hyped you up
Even the side effects got side effects
As if you ain't already depressed enough
So what is abuse to smoke out, I don't need an excuse
Not even for pharmacy use
You just say no, I say let's roll up a doob
And turn into a puddle of soup
Harmful for who, harmful like formula food
Or hormones that farmers produce?
I come with the truth, I like in the now with no roof
Don't know what a doctor would do
When people get high, I just get high off this weed
Don't need no alternative route
I'm stuck on the moon, don't fit in, but I'm in the loop
And no, there ain't no substitutes for
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