Vices

I'd like to apologize Cause I can't tell my wrongs from rights Some crazy shit a dollar buys That's probably where the problem lies Cause when you work a nine to five The thrill is gone, you die inside Well how you gonna spend your night? The shit to do is endless, right? Like spend your check on getting high Escape the low, its regicide It gets you by but doesn't hide The fact that you're still dead inside Just sit inside and rest tonight The restless nights make you decide to take a pill to make you tired or stay up the entire night Rise and shine, it's working time Don't feel good? Well try a line Still don't feel good? Just take a line Then take another, you'll be fine Vices Vices Vices I feel like I lost everything to ritalin amphetamine Helped me in the present, but the future was felony I like to complain, why do you listen to me? This isn't L.C.O.M.B. I'm just a bitch who can't get over history Maybe just me presently (Vices) Vices Vices Vices Yeah, bitch Vices Vices Vices Yeah, bitch