RUN! (Or at Least from Myself)

Yeah I've been running from my god damn self Know overthinking's freaking weak I can't contain myself So sick of drinking smoking fucking so I ask myself "What the f*ck is it giving me if I can't help myself?" I slipped into the fucking MADNESS when I took your help I should've looked at all your baggage, asked him "What's your smell?" Hey yo man someone fucking pack it, I'm tryna relieve myself Somebody pass me the fucking blunt before I kill myself Well I know its kinda blunt But you ain't never ever witnessed this kinda stuff Momma close to overdosing hoping that she still breathing I thank God every single second that I found my reason Not leaving Still Singing And not for me just my niece Man she the only thing in this world that makes my knees feel weak See her mother in every other face she makes and she so pure So what's the cure? I guess I better run I guess I better run I guess I better run It isn't fun Okay! Subvert the urge to fight back tears It's hard to fight them bitches back when you done fought back years I thought I told your stupid ass to bring it right back here Now listen clear So if you isn't running Just know I'm steady gunning Singin something for the pain