(Sanch)
I've got a problem they say I'm a social disease
That I distort the truth and misdirect reality
I cover up the path completely in front of me
I don't know where I'm going but it's where you'll never be
Try to perceive a chemical dependency
With a heart on my sleeve I'm not standing independently
Financial shackles asphyxiate and make it hard to breathe
Go on tighten the cuffs until my wrists start to bleed
Promise me you'll be there when I stub my feet
On the raised curb of the socially elite
They're the ones who pay their fees into a brown paper bag
While I wipe my ass with an aluminum can
It's all that I've got I can't afford toilet paper
Because my pocket book's shot I pay for my slave labor
Four hundred and twenty dollars left to go
In this three month program then I'm out the door

Cheers to sobriety so why are you eying me
I went to all my classes and I've paid all my fines you see?
So why you looking at me like a cancer of society
Why you keep eying me? Cheers to sobriety

(Stona E)
Now get the fuck out of my way I'm going no where in a hurry
With the Anheiser Busch St. Louis, Missouri
Wicked is the way that the bartender serves me
'Cause every damn day I gotta get my soul dirty
And it seems I can't think without a fucking drink
So if I aint got a drink then don't expect me to think
'Cause I get drunk and skank loud rock the boat
As I exhale the large clouds of Audible Smoke
It's an illogical toke in the wrong direction
It's a slippery slope to my alcky selection
Everybody get drunk and fuck tonight
And puff a fat dub of the Kryptonite
I pull my style out your lips and give you dick to bite
So put your cups in the air 'cause cheers to life
'Cause Stona E is an oddity irregular type
and if you need to feel alive go on and start a bar fight!

Cheers to sobriety so why are you eying me
I went to all my classes and I've paid all my fines you see?
So why you looking at me like a cancer of society
Why you keep eying me? Cheers to sobriety
I line my backpack with a bottle of Jack
So I can sit in the back of class get fucked up and laugh
If I wanna smoke weed then I'll get up and leave quietly
Why you keep eying me? Cheers to sobriety!

(Sanch)
This brand new confidence I hold inside my heart
is for my friends and family a beautiful blossom grown atop an ugly tree
This bag of weed is for me to plant my feet absorb the seed
be one with the earth look up at the sky spread my wings and set me free
This beautiful she on the phone is for love
What every human needs to seek now look at me I've gone and risen above
I've taken hatred, pain, and everything thrown my way
and made it into change, take my broken hands put 'em together form a dove
This beautiful smile on my face cannot be taken away
No matter how hard they try I've verbally shaken the wave
My body's breaking today, this intellectual mess
I'm getting completely off of my chest
Emotional stress I take and channel it through the bay

Cheers to sobriety so why are you eying me
I went to all my classes and I've paid all my fines you see?
So why you looking at me like a cancer of society
Why you keep eying me? Cheers to sobriety
I line my backpack with a bottle of Jack
So I can sit in the back of class get fucked up and laugh
If I wanna smoke weed then I'll get up and leave quietly
Why you keep eying me? Cheers to sobriety!