Fiend Video (MV)

The permanent marker on the back of my hand is fading
Just like how my feelings for you be when I'm smoking getting faded and blazing you always playin
I get more time to think i get more time sit there and I get more time let my mind run free
I get more time to care

My parents telling me "ayy you gotta get a job and pick a lane"
"Gotta find a place for you to stay stop smoking with your friends all day."

Why write about shit that doesn't matter
Why put the time in if I could take the ladder
I got so many questions but got no answers
I been calling your number but got no answers

Maybe I should go out and get some sun
Instead of staying inside a lonely one but

I'm gonna keep ignoring my problems even if there's ways to solve em
So I'll inhale toxins
And slurp down these concoctions cuz

I just need something
I just need something
I just need something
I just need something

Constantly writing notes in my phone lyrics about how I feel so alone
I don't know how to escape
Feeling stuck like tape
Running out of things to write about
New idea write it down
None of them are ever that great
But I guess if you could relate
I'll feel better just not right now
In a couple years when I find a sound
That sticks to me
That fits with me
But for now what do I do
What's my move
Should I stop thinking bout you
You were gone too soon
The mind is a wonderful thing to lose

You haven't lived until your girl suck wax off yo finger
Yea I smoke alot but I ain't no drinker
I find joy in places you couldn't even think of
You with yo smooth brain you ain't no thinker