No one burns a smoke a day
Wicked wicked cigarettes
We want this feeling to sustain
So we turn to the internet
But can we find love
Now can we find peace
Getting high, stuck in between
Righteous fun, or is it true?
You point the gun, but you never shoot
It feels so good to escape, I don't know why
Scusi scusi me, while I kiss the sky
As the fight dies down, we light it up again
But the ashes on the ground, they will make you understand
Love
Can we find peace
Getting high, stuck in between
Righteous fun, or is it true?
You point the gun, but you never shoot
Alright bitch I'm talking 'bout cocaine
Smoke it up, snort it up, shoot it up your brain
As the fight dies down, we light it up again
And the ashes on the floor will make you understand
Feels good to see the other side
Shifting my old paradigm
Conscious of changing tides
Tomorrow might just change your live
Can we find love
Can we find peace
Getting high, stuck in between
Righteous fun, or is it true
You point the gun, but you never shoot
Maybe on another day
In another place
In another state of mind
Anticipation fades. the addict dies
Can we find love
Can we find peace
Getting high, stuck in between
Righteous fun, or is it true
You point the gun, but you never shoot
Alright bitch I'm talking 'bout cocaine
Smoke it up, snort it up, shoot it up your brain
If the fight dies down, we light it up again
And the ashes on the floor will make you understand
Can we find love, find peace
Getting high, stuck in between
Righteous fun, but is it true
Would you ever, ever shoot
Can we find love, find peace
Getting high, stuck in between
Righteous fun, but is it true
Would you ever, ever shoot
Can we find love