Thicket Reading

Mama always said “the worlds gonna hurt you”, Well mama, I don’t want you to know what I’ve been up to. Karma, Shades of red, Words hurdle to my mental. Go harder, The drugs gossip, We never really heard you. Never got my guards up, I’d rather end up dead than we burn you. Forgot my guards up, Whatever partner, Please pretend we never hurt you. I’m gonna go on a martyr, Why don’t you just end ‘You’? The party never gets much harder, It’s hard to party harder when the ends due. There’s snakes in the thicket, Fight and what will that do? The drugs and we can kick it, All night and what will that do? There’s snakes in the thicket, Let ‘em bite and then we act cool. The drugs and then we kick it, Why fight when the drugs are what relax you?