Glass To Cash

Oh-Oh, oh-oh It turned glass to cash Gettin' money, countin' the racks But I'm feeling left out again In my head again And I'm feeling numb again I'm feeling dumb again Mama told me, I don't do shit (Sorry mama) I don't do shit I became my worst enemy I told to myself, never become a druggie I told to myself, never become a L man This is what I became Rollin my eyes, like the omen Percs in the chronics I might face, the blunt I might face, face the drugs Face the drugs, Powder on the counter Powder on the counter No, I'm not sober Choppa on me, because the demons Won't let me be, a quitter Not a quitter, but not a believer So I don't believe, I'ma get out, oh Dark thoughts I toss, in my mind It's a storm Get my chopper up, bloah bloah bloah Oh, I let the drugs, doom, doom, doom Doom, doom, doom my soul, oh, oh, oh Get my chopper up, blah blah blah Bluh, bluh, bluh, blah, blah, blah Oh, you talking bout' that gibberish I don't understand What you're tryin' to say, bitch I don't hear a gay ass f*ck Fuckin' dude, fuckin' dude I'm not an average dude, average dude I'm a cool high guy, dude, oh That's been in bad hands Bad soul, with bad friends Bad soul, with bad friends It feels like the pain never ends Like it's a tragedy, I love my baby Sweetheart, don't worry, I'ma come clean Rehab started last week Rehab started last week, I love you, baby