I be in the back smoking on my weed
I be in the back smoking up those trees
I got too much alcohol in my cup
And my wrist red i cut it up
I be in the back smoking on my weed
Haven't seen nobody i been ghost for a week
Baby i can't do this shit tonight
Just let me f*cking die
Coming back, coming back
From the underground yeah back from the dead
I been there, i been that
With the drugs, with the glock
Aim at my head