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It's that fucking time again I'm not bouta tweak this time, f*ck all dat These thoughts of death don't ever go away But I'm still here so I pop like seven more today Never been one to exaggerate I had to wait to tell you All this shit inside my head See my brain full of lead When the lights turn off And the blunts are gone I really couldn't stunt too long Before my shit got took again And shit, I think I could pretend That I was coolin, but you knew it When you saw the scars And saw that I'd forget our talks Always somewhere else in thought The devil's call, always more alluring Than the heaven talk Bitch, I'm just tryna kick it Don't give no f*ck bout forgiveness Bitch, I cut you off, run you off, shove you Pff Told that bitch to not to get too involved I gotta get this fucking money, ain't got time to talk Late night calls, xan withdrawals, lines up in the bathroom stall Adderall, whatever could get my hands on Broken cross, car exhaust, closed garage, bitch, I'm signing off, yuh I can't really feel shit Tell the reaper hit the kill switch Twenty minutes till the pills hit Bitch, I got a fucking death wish Told my momma that I'm still sick Not coming home till we get rich I don't wanna feel this Bitch, you don't wanna feel this I hear these demons scheming as I doze off All these meaningless achievements, said I'd go far I've been feeding into weak shit, need a cold heart Bitch, it's even when I'm sleeping that you still there And I've been fiending, I'm still reliving the nightmares I can't die scared, not going like a bitch To think I really gave a shit about these chips and all the kicks and shit I copped Bitch, I'm still hiding from the ops And I'm still trapping every day Ay, I gotta get it man I'm off a couple milligrams I take these fucking oxys, to my body, Ion give a damn, can't stand I'm off the perc, I'm off the syrup, I'm off the sticks, I'm off my shits I lost this bitch, play hard to get, so caught up in The same shit, over and over Getting older, might get hung like a poster I put the drugs in the bag I put the blunt to the match Bitch, I need something to brag About, a bitch to be sad about I'm getting to these bands I want a rack in my fucking mouth And quit all of this bullshit that I don't give a f*ck about Been swapping pills for meals everytime That my stomach growl Bitch, want a hunnid thou, bitch need them hunnids now Need a hunnid pounds to get the f*ck out this fucking town Keep these drugs around to keep me up for a couple hours All a sudden now, they think I'm something to talk about But f*ck it now, don't give a f*ck what come out they mouth