grapevine

Faded I'm high off whatever Pray to god I'm numb forever Stuck in the mud with some treacherous weather Frozen heart I was born in December I hate myself when I'm sober I need anything to keep my composure Feel like death it ain't even October Living vicious "you can't hang," what I told her Sick of all you mothafuckas round me acting fake nice Bitches call me crazy cuz I keep one on my waistline I heard a lot of people say you switched up thru the grapevine You want the world in your hands, but bitch it takes time I need some mufuckin commas All of this trauma Stemmed from my mother and father Living in mufuckin Sodom Demons around me til the day I'm dead in my coffin Red dead redemption with my fuckin dead eye Drop a mothafucka with the gators in a hogtie Walk around me funny pussy, drive by in a lead slide Every fuckin night in my mind I'm seeing dead bodies It's not a hobby Talkin fuckin sloppy You can end up on the front of yo bitches crop tee You are not me Fuckboy you could not be They snake you when you think you locked in they get to popping I got a whole lotta enemies I can't waste my fuckin energy Some of em used to be friends to me Now most of em dead to me I ain't wearing Prada cuz I know that they ain't proud of me Smoking on that zaza I'm coughing like I got allergies Stuck down in the bottom had to blast off thru the galaxy F*ck a nine to five bitch I'm tired of making hourly