Even as a youngster
Causing ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school
Kicking up dust
But now I'm labelled as a troublemaker
Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless
Rolling down the freeway, swerving
Don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb
'Cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me
What should I do?
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