Busy Thinking

It's so hard man, every day's the same plan Doing bare drugs, probably fucked my lifespan Pour another cup, leaning 'till I overdose Got some blow inside my nose But you just died and I'm at home now I'm alone I should be hanging from a noose Had the oxy two ways, but it should've been none Just like Callux's shoes, why is it I always lose Escaped death too many times like I've got nothing to prove And I'm just so damn confused Why are you gone and not me, I get we can't choose But you had a soul and a mind that others could use I've got like countless memories of all the zoots we would twos It's getting cold now, you're buried there underground My thoughts embed in my mind and I can hear them loud I just popped 3, just so I could feel nothing Took some LSD, just so I could see something And it's peak 'cus you asked to try psychedelics Now I need a psych ward and probably some paramedics Maybe rehab but I ain't been one to quit Suicide boy I'll take drugs on my own 'till I end it And I just keep relapsing Trying to get unhooked but I'm still relaxing And I, and I just keep relapsing Got a new look I'm a just keep tampering Saint Sinner Saint 21 You're still a sinner It's all over now It's all over now It's all over now It's all over now It's all over now It's all over now Yo Busy, if you can hear this I love you my bro It shouldn't have happened But guess what man We gotta move forward in life Rest in peace