Antimatter

Tell myself this medicine won't help

Hell of an addiction, never melts the pains I felt Contradicted meaning well,

Well this well is running dry

My advice is ill-advised, in my eyes

Couldn't sell the gift of sight to a man who's fallen blind

Penicillin, amoxicillin to a kid about to die, uh

Reading signs through the blinds, speed limit twenty-five

So a twenty-two is fine, but this forty-five's a crime

I got stitches from switches, I was rollin' on the floor

Got no bitches or mistress, I'm not givin' up control

Focused on flows, not Mrs. Missed-Her-Flow