Full of muddy

Cross, you're crazy St-mira, baby It's two am and I have insecurities My mind is full of muddy It's late at night and I'm trippin' off the codeine Sick of livin', sick of livin' I've been thinkin' about girls since I'm 11 I might bleed out delirious Alone In here I'm furious Oh, I drown, I go down Where am I now? In the darkness, in the shadows Run away in my soul And my brain is where is all the dope Sippin on syrup like it's sugary Sippin on that muddy I taste all the misery I have pain Just let me bleed Just let me see, just let me sleep Let me be, let me bleed Call me Mike Tyson, make you bleed Call me Stephen Curry With the three I'mma ball out like Cp3 Oh, knock you out, one, two, three Oh, one, two, three 1000 times Amount off times That I steeped in the air In the building I weep I don't care I cry all the time in here My mind is full of muddy It's late at night And I'm trippin' off the codeine Sick of livin', sick of livin' I've been thinkin' about you Since last night I don't wanna die I know you try With demons I fight I fight