Bottles

I'm a dog unchained now Blunts always make me anxious Ash it, eyes stuck on the door Thinking if I ever bite back Who's passing, why I never liked clashes Matter fact I might dip Slip slip, always in and out of rifts Slip and slide like a drunk bastard Looking back, from a youngin' Man, prolly always knew I was a bastard Guess I'm on my Ye shit now Sunken place like Ye now Looking at the bottom of the bottle like a barrel Time is ticking, time is ticking And I wish that I could stop now What it mean to be me At the time it was a wish that the noise would stop Wished my parents never had me