Bodega Dreams +(Killedmyself)

Find me lounging in the back Thinking how to get some cash Same time thinking bout the stress That's why I'm rolling up a sack I can tell you what I know about Fucking up a good amount I don't see no motivation Pop a pill on mamas couch Now I'm creeping out the house Smoking in the hallway What if I don't make it out? F*ck it ima die someday Will I ever see the day I can say I really changed Take a pull then close my eyes Wishing all the pain away As a boy stood as a man Why you do that? Funny how you show you give a damn Skin blue and black Trained me feelings of killer And thank you for that Have you ever seen a prettyboy Hands behind a gat? Why do I do things that I do? I probably shouldn't but I think should with you I don't want me for me Became my worst enemy Chaos is all my eyes seen Pray I don't wake from my sleep I don't want me for me Became my worst enemy Chaos is all my eyes seen Pray I don't wake from my sleep Why do I do things that I do? I probably shouldn't But think I should with you