act 3: carcinogens

And just like that, we're back in Flagstaff
We're back in action and we're back to back
Yeah
Fingers in the outlines of guns
And tongues out
We're fingering blunts and singing our lungs out
A dozen car trips and words ago
I didn't have a car
For vertigo
From all these high heights and low blows of smoke
And now we got the flows of a broken hose
Rest stop took pitfalls, but didn't care none
Rest stop could kill y'all from square one
Even with our shoulders chipped, lower lips stuck and hair done
If you don't got sunscreen better wear some
Cuz we're shining like microwave lights from inside
We're fighting the stage frights and riding it live
One rest stop roll, and just like that
God gave us lemons and we cussed right back

And just like that back to where I was at
Just like the last time
So many times that I just have to laugh
Cuz whenever I feel content or comfortable
Life just throws me through another loop
Until I feel my stomach roll
Tumbling under beneath the undertow
And I can't breathe
Out of fear that my lungs just might fail me
From every time that I light up a smoke
Every minute of every day and night
It's not a joke, motherfucker
Shaking and shaking
From deprivation
Hoping' and hoping that there's a better method waiting
For coping with the hopelessness and doubt that I've been feeling
Just when I thought that I broke the cycle for good
Closed in
Surrounded by four walls and a ceiling
Just like the mind trapped inside the thing that's under my hood
I'm breaking out of this moment to see the whole damn picture
Past the tessellated images
And here's the real kicker
There isn't much else in our simple existence
Just a few experiences that are few and far between
So again I will follow the path of most resistance
Until I fall back into my normal routine