Glass Bottle

Let me know the pattern on the set Saturn fucking rings around my neck I'm never stressing about these shows I'm never rapping for these hoes I'm blowing smoke Blowing out the mother fucking nose shes feeling cold Cold every night shes trying to fight with all her might to live Two jobs two kids no meals no feel fat sack no pill no chill But yet you ask the question why she broke the fucking deal Suicidal thoughts are running through her fucking mind Two times a day but now she think about the right time The bright sky The far side The time she used to laugh a lot but now she think about the right time She thinks about her kids with a sad thought Foster adopt the young kids made a tear drop Think about the time she wanted glass the pants drop But now shes feeling fucking sad time a go cop Drugs up in the mother fucking brain Depressing thoughts she make em go away She make em go away Drugs up in the mother fucking brain Depressing thoughts she make em go away She make em go away She make em go away just for the moment The way she try and smile will make you think she fucking stole it She make em go away just for the moment The way she try and smile will make you think she fucking stole it Damn Ain't drugs a beautiful thing Popping fucking molly's crushing up a little cocaine Don't play Mom say We going on a little trip we coming back till the next day Hitting pooky pipe in front of the little one No regret she only stopping till she's feeling done Looking back she never thought that they were growing up Now foster cares the only way that they stepping up Drugs up in the mother fucking brain Depressing thoughts she make em go away She make em go away Drugs up in the mother fucking brain Depressing thoughts she make em go away She make em go away She make em go away just for the moment The way she try and smile will make you think she fucking stole it She make em go away just for the moment The way she try and smile will make you think she fucking stole it