DyeAlone - The Bags Getting Low Lyrics

Ya ya ya ya smoking potent smoking potent

Smoking potent just to keep the stress low
Cop another bag a coke
8 ball gonna be gone before tomorrow
Ya drogues keep me floating
Wait wait nah
I think I'm overdosing
Uma Thurman
Looking like that pretty shawty with the nosebleed
Hit me with adrenaline
Keeping alive for another minute
Another day in hell
Wonder why I'm even here man I don't see a point in it
Got this void I'm trying to fill
Got this void I'm trying to fill
But the emptiness is endless
F*ck this emptiness is endless

I feel like a mistake
My world bout to break
Make no mistake
It probably was my fate f*ck
Living life in repeat conquering these demons always a defeat
Waking up just to give my life away hardly able to pay my bills getting worse as I run out of pills
Just want a better life for all that I love then maybe I could throw away these bad habits
They look at me an see an addict
I look at me an see a failure
Followed by this dark cloud that won't stop bringing me down
In the end it's just me
I'll die for this fantasy