Got the Goonz in this bitch, nigga
Racking clothes from David Jones
I cop a sesh, I take it home
We was losing weight, then we moved away
I took a break, can't wake alone
She keep seeing me with strippers
Offer them prescription pills I take alone
She keep saying that she hate me
Later in the day, she drunk and raid my phone
She was with me through them darker days
Narcan when I passed away
I remember when you scarred my face
Now you trying to forget me, discard my face
I been sipping again trying to mask the pain
Overdosing on pills, you can ask my mates
I been writing this sh*t while I'm half awake
Basket case, I thought I was past this stage
I get sick of writing music 'cause the shit I spit so hard
The fucking charts won't play it
I get sick of fucking bitches tryna save me
Now 'cause I know that they hearts gon' break
Doing the same shit for years
Played by a bitch who just played with my fears
Faded alone, I've been faded for years
I can't say it to her, but I'll say it on this
Say it on tracks, she doesn't listen
Blade in my back and they say that I'm fishing
I'm caught on a hook and the bait was addiction
I'm stuck and these motherfuckers never listen
I don't give a fuck about nobody
Been on my own since the day that I dropped from my mother
I ain't seen fam in a minute, I'm missin' the
Days on the block smoking rock with my brother
I remember me and dad same pod, silver water some dumb shit
Talkin' 'bout 20 years back, how it still hurt what my mum did
Baby on the way, stressing 'bout it, I didn't wanna listen to that cunt spit
And told me she was pregnant too
And still left him in that same jail with the cut wrist
Showed me the tat' with the scar through it
Said he felt slack that I'm goin' through it
Pointed the cell that he died in
Said, "Go up not across if you try and do it"
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Sleeves to try to hide the cuts, I'm high as fuck
I don't know why I try and write this stuff
All my friends are dead like Uzi Vert
I burnt them bridges down like Lucifer
Maybe I'm cut 'cause I love her still, but I'm too stubborn
So don't give a fuck that I'm losin' her
Keep going back, that's confusing her
But I just want us to go back in time
We ain't never getting back what we used to have
I put that shit in the back of my mind
I hate sleepin' alone
I should get back on the pipe
Strippers I fuck try and act like my wife
Do I have to remind these hoes never wanted me
'Til they seen stacks off of packets of ice
I ain't falling in love with no stripper, fuck T-Pain
I'm still racking T-shirts from DJ's
Still making songs so you replay
These days, peeps on the scene in they PJ's
But how they gon' sleep on this though?
Beast in the scene, I don't need to tip-toe
Cats on the top try and link me now
Because you see, I been creeping beneath your window
I don't even think so
Fuck the fame, I don't want the shit
Cats on the scene all know my name
Because I come to the booth and I body it
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