Life Isn't How It's Suppose to Be

Candy paint dripping, coming right out my nose I've been lane switching stay away from you hoes Tommy on my back pack with the Nike Air Force You dress like a lame, did you mom pick all your clothes Life really ain't how it's supposed to be Homies I have left stay close to me Copping all these bag like groceries Go and tell your dad to grab his rosary Overseas inside the motherfucking sea of tears And I'm noticing how imma product of all of my fears I've been sipping slowly just to save me like a couple years Dunno if I'll make it 'for I kill the man inside this mirror Guess I'm back to drinking, over thinking on my mind Carry me in Lincoln then cremate me when i die I don't think I'll see the light, have the fire in my eyes Nothing but, the flames and the demons in my sight