Demon in my Lungs

 There's a demon in my lungs, screaming I need weed.

The only way to calm him is to Smoke some green. 

Don't get me wrong, I liked to get high.

But without the weed I feel like I'm gonna die.

Can't go a day without the demon Raging out,

Creeping in my brain, making me have doubt.

Saying life ain't no good lest you puff on the green,

I'll make your stomach hurt if you don't give in.

If that ain't enough, to make you puff away,

Than I'll fuck with your brain and every Thought I'll make to pain...

I'll make you regret not smoking some weed,

I'll make your nerves so bad, than you'll smoke some tree.

And the demon takes ahold, 

it's like I sold my soul.

But really I don't wanna quit cause I like being stoned,

So I'm not gonna stop for nobody, cause in the end we all die alone...