Lyrics Side Effects - OnCue

Damn I almost quit
Insecure as fuck but I′m the shit (yeah yeah yeah)
Won't be here forever take a flick (ooh)
It ain′t that hard to tell with all these hits bitch
Yeah, I was 15 copping cigs on West Hill
To calm the nerves I'm thinking I should best chill
All the shit I seen I need them best pills
Yeah for real, if i didn't sharpen my skills
Chasin′ these mills, fuck freewill all downhill, go all downhill yeah
Panic, manic, near Atlantic
Love prescriptions, true romantics
Rocks and trees, that′s all organic
Tabs up in my turkey sandwich
I was 8 years old back then
My Big bro getting throwed back then
My Daddy smoking stones back then
My momma cryin 'lone again

On the eastside
Born and raised, bumped my head
Seen some graves, then I moved away
Still on the eastside
Lost my mind, became a man
Made some bands, damn damn damn
Still on it (ay)
Still on it (ay)
Still on it (ay)
That must be the side effects
Still on it (ay)
Still on it (ay)
Still on it (ay)
That must be the side effects

Packed my bags
Cause I Caught my girl cheatin′ yeah
Tryna secure the bag
Oh my momma think I'm tweakin yeah yeah
Said I love you but im forreal im really leavin (ay)
Actually next weekend
Trying to make these odds even, where they′re not sleepin
6th floor walk up
Sleepin futon on the floor
Goddamn I's caught up
Bills unpaid yeah I was poor
Damn I gotta blow now!
I can barely afford no food
I′m the one I hold down
But I gotta change my view
Getting shows
No I didn't know
Thinking I was rich
What a fool, drop 6 mixtapes
No one really gave a shit
'Til I said fuck em all
Walked in the stu with ammo, clips
Thought I was dead? Watch me ball
Thank god I was raised like this

On the eastside
Born and raised, Bumped my head
Seen some graves, Then I moved away
Still on the eastside
Lost my mind, Became a man
Made some bands, Damn damn damn
Still on it (ay)
Still on it (ay)
Still on it (ay)
That must be the side effects
Still on it (ay)
Still on it (ay)
Still on it (ay)
That must be the side effects