I'm still stuck in my trip
What type of guilt is this
I'm still stuck in my trip
What type of guilt is this
I think these drugs really start
Taking its toll
And I could tell the shits pressed
By the way that it burns
I can tell something real by the
Lessons i learned
I make a bitch suck dick
Until my testicles burst
Look I don't really have
Reason to live
Fuck is you talking bout
Got high and lost that shit
Now I need me a lick
Woah
She's decent stuff she is
Won't loosen up her grip
Chasing dragons again
And plus the cup can't kick
She wants to take a ride
Only if you hold on tight
Tabitha doesn't mind
Dissolving day and night
I've been up for Three days some
Delirious shit
Are you hearing this shit
I'm losing my damn mind
Hazy is about as clear as it gets
Maybe I could get a fucking
House and some kids
But lately I've been feeling
Like I'm drowning and pissed
Hate me because I'm everything
You want to be
But I'm always upset
Why am I always so stressed
Why do I always fucking
Hate it unless
I think its the best
How comes I always fucking
Want something
So fucking bad till I get it
How come like every time
I ever said
I love you I regret it all
Oh my little Tabitha
Would you stay with me
Forever
Like
Foreal
Until the end of time
I'm still stuck in my trip
What type of guilt is this
I'm still stuck in my trip
What type of guilt is this
(I don't know)