Yours (feat. Toni Rose)

Every time you come around I'm right there for your every need All you gotta do is call and I'm yours once again Why can't you let me be You know I'm head over heels for you Just a toy for your every please and you don't give a shit about me Stomach full of whiskey Laying on the roof of reminiscing Nose is filled with pillies Bumping to all the tunes we used to listen Clouds are moving slow Then we start take off our cloths The moon is shining down on us And makes our bodies glow Depressed as f*ck making love Our body's got a hundred cuts People think we are nuts Try to say that something is wrong with us Blood is running down my hands But she don't think I'm crazy I'm just trying the best that I can To not kill myself lately Every time you come around I'm right there for your every need All you gotta do is call and I'm yours once again Why can't you let me be You know I'm head over heels for you Just a toy for your every please and you don't give a shit about me (uh uh) Is about too late Put me in my resting place Is my confession tape to execute myself is from internal hate I started drinking of the age of twelve Look what I became When I started using needles Shit that's where my life was changed Uh but momma raised me well Did that with no help My pop kick the rocks While she did that shit all by herself She would go to work I would take the liquor off the shelf I was getting bumped Hoping that my mom could never tell yo Every time you come around I'm right there for your every need All you gotta do is call and I'm yours once again Why can't you let me be You know I'm head over heels for you Just a toy for your every please (yeah) and you don't give a shit about me (Uh) I can't get no sleep My nights are full of stressed and nicotine I'll guess I'll have a drink and continue this cycle of routine One more whiskey one more wine One more squeeze two more lines I did too many think I'm dying Am I Tripping yeah I'm fine Oh I'm having visions of me living life I'm getting rich Home walking out the crib Surrounded with a picket fence Living extravagant Providing for the wife and kids And never having limits on the money I can spend