Vent

Two pills And a blunt Looking down Feeling a way I been Thinking about This girl But she ain’t Thinking of me I try to Reach down In my pocket But it’s feeling empty Like my heart Like my soul Boy this shits Getting old I’m just lying About the broke shit You treating me Like you know shit Keeping grudges You wanna hold shit Always coming up With some hoe shit Now you Feeling a little neglected We was perfect You had to wreck it Living life A little too wreckless Was it really All worth a necklace F*ck I don’t know anymore I can’t feel anything I don’t know who to trust I can't Two pills And a blunt Looking down Feeling a way I been Thinking about This girl But she ain’t Thinking of me I try to Reach down In my pocket But it’s feeling empty Like my heart Like my soul Boy this shits Getting old Boy this shit