Way It Goes

You’ve got me seeing red
Won’t let it get to my head
You’ve got me seeing red
I’m feeling tense
Give me what I need
The soft sting of the smoke
The strong hit of the weed
A quiet type, I’m afraid of the hype
Won’t let it get to my head
You’ve got me seeing red
You’ve got me seeing red
You’ve got me seeing red
You’ve got me seeing red
Won’t let it get to my head
You’ve got me seeing red
You’ve got me seeing red
You’ve got me seeing red
Won’t let it get to my head
I get so high
I get so low
Way it goes
It’s no surprise, I know it shows
That’s just the way it goes
I’ve got the itch, It’s time to roll
When life’s a bitch, Light up another bowl
Scatter the ashes
Find that inner peace
Inhale that calming breeze
Self-medicated; Mind elevated
Pocket full of pre-rolls; premeditated
All I need is to take a bit of the edge off
My mind’s running; Deliver me, let me cool off
I get so high
I get so low
Way it goes
It’s no surprise, I know it shows
I get so high
I get so low
Oh, I’m not proud
That’s just the way it goes
Way it goes
That’s just the way it goes
Through the ups and downs
I nearly fucking drowned
That’s just the way it goes
I get so high
I get so low
Way it goes
It’s no surprise, I know it shows
I get so high
I get so low
Way it goes
It’s no surprise, I know it shows
That’s just the way it goes
You’ve got me seeing red