Being sober is gross, relapsing overcalls
Slowly a few paranoic thoughts overflows
Cocaine on the table, I am going bellicose
Contemplating over large or smaller dose

Was over those but my craving overgrows
To fly high as fuck like how a comet goes
And one sleepless night I might overdose
I will be chilling even when I go comatose

One more bolus dose, I am nowhere close
It's my inositol, I nose it all and all my flaws
Goes down my soul, it isn't locked by loss
No more broken hopes, a new smoke arose

Call life a loaded boat nosed up to the dock
Delusional waves came in, up goes the knot
My problems float, don't wanna rock the boat
Got patience, slowly I'm going off the coast