Broke Bars and Broken Cars

F*ck getting back on the Prozac I be flipping stacks, flipping racks Dead Broke Boys, yeah i put 'em on my back And this bitch want my sack Damn she fucking bad, But she way too bougie So I f*ck her like a movie Then toss her to the woadies Damn I'm drowning, need some floaties, aye Such a lonely day Waiting for a rainy day Washing the pain away Got nothing to say to you Chirping like a Cockatoo Go suck a cock or two Got something to prove, and nothing to lose Trapped in my room for more than three years Drugs cloud my vision, nah I can't see clearly Tripping on shrooms while I'm sipping on beers Gonna run the game, these rappers all fear me Rolling up gas at the gas station Lit a cigarette 'cause my mind's racing But it's CBD, not what you think I miss everything, numb myself with drink Writing heat like Fink, uh I'm so low I can't sink farther 'Nother blow, on the on the brink, falling I can hear my dreams calling Working on a five year plan, Stalin Don't make me throw these hands, brawling Making all these bands spawn in Gotta make a stand, you crawling All your bars are bland I'm yawning