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Something's in the weed, my friend I'm seeing mother Mary I'm closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven Something's in the weed, my friend I'm seeing mother Mary Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven Something's in the weed, my friend Nobody's listening to you speak So why start a conversation with me Can't you see, we're all asleep I left my enemies Because no one hates myself more than me So I stop at segregation and proceed Take what you need I'm fast asleep Something's in the weed, my friend I'm seeing mother Mary Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven Something's in the weed, my friend I'm seeing mother Mary Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven Something's in the weed, my friend Foe feeble moral highs and lows So go on take your pick that's how it goes As for me, I'd rather stay home I'm no hero to you My mother's evil and the angels too (My mother's evil and the angels too) Something's in the weed, my friend I'm seeing mother Mary Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven Something's in the weed, my friend I'm seeing mother Mary Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven Something's in the weed, my friend I'm seeing mother Mary Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven Something's in the weed, my friend I'm seeing mother Mary Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven If I lose sight then I lose it all (How's it called? Selfish) Sometimes I don't think I'm cherished enough (This is my process) Something's in the weed, my friend I'm seeing mother Mary Says I'm closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven