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It's that f*cking time again
I'm not bouta tweak this time, f*ck all dat

These thoughts of death don't ever go away
But I'm still here so I pop like seven more today
Never been one to exaggerate
I had to wait to tell you
All this shit inside my head
See my brain full of lead
When the lights turn off
And the blunts are gone
I really couldn't stunt too long
Before my shit got took again
And shit, I think I could pretend
That I was coolin, but you knew it
When you saw the scars
And saw that I'd forget our talks
Always somewhere else in thought
The devil's call, always more alluring
Than the heaven talk
Bitch, I'm just tryna kick it
Don't give no f*ck bout forgiveness
Bitch, I cut you off, run you off, shove you
Pff
Told that bitch to not to get too involved
I gotta get this f*cking money, ain't got time to talk
Late night calls, xan withdrawals, lines up in the bathroom stall
Adderall, whatever could get my hands on
Broken cross, car exhaust, closed garage, bitch, I'm signing off, yuh

I can't really feel shit
Tell the reaper hit the kill switch
Twenty minutes till the pills hit
Bitch, I got a f*cking death wish
Told my momma that I'm still sick
Not coming home till we get rich
I don't wanna feel this
Bitch, you don't wanna feel this

I hear these demons scheming as I doze off
All these meaningless achievements, said I'd go far
I've been feeding into weak shit, need a cold heart
Bitch, it's even when I'm sleeping that you still there
And I've been fiending, I'm still reliving the nightmares
I can't die scared, not going like a bitch
To think I really gave a shit about these chips and all the kicks and shit I copped
Bitch, I'm still hiding from the ops
And I'm still trapping every day
Ay, I gotta get it man
I'm off a couple milligrams
I take these f*cking oxys, to my body, Ion give a damn, can't stand
I'm off the perc, I'm off the syrup, I'm off the sticks, I'm off my shits
I lost this bitch, play hard to get, so caught up in
The same shit, over and over
Getting older, might get hung like a poster
I put the drugs in the bag
I put the blunt to the match
Bitch, I need something to brag
About, a bitch to be sad about
I'm getting to these bands
I want a rack in my f*cking mouth
And quit all of this bullshit that I don't give a f*ck about
Been swapping pills for meals everytime
That my stomach growl
Bitch, want a hunnid thou, bitch need them hunnids now
Need a hunnid pounds to get the f*ck out this f*cking town
Keep these drugs around to keep me up for a couple hours
All a sudden now, they think I'm something to talk about
But f*ck it now, don't give a f*ck what come out they mouth