Christmas alone in a Hotel

Christmas alone, in a hotel The same stories that the hoes tell I feel you, yeah I know braille Feelin Like an inmate with no mail Feelin' like a bad bitch with no nails Like a pusher with no scale My heart cold and my skin pale Dropped out of college, but I didn't Yale These days I'm so lost Some days I feel Ross The cost of living got me dying Can somebody call Red Cross Christmas alone, in a hotel The same stories that the hoes tell Moonwalkin' on these eggshells Buying time, tryna self-heal Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah