Kush up on my clothes
Whiskey on my breath
My only pray to God
Is to ask for death
I still smell your perfume
Like u never left
Missin' late nights
She leave hickeys on my neck
Empty bottle
Numbing all the pain
Wake up in the morning
Circumstance is still the same
Having trouble trying maintain
Sanity inside my damn brain
Fuck a bitch and then I get paid
They wonder why I’m so lonely
They wonder why I’m so lonely
Wonder why I’m so cold
Cause I don't need no help
Bitch I do it all on my own
Doing numbers you’ll never see
This ain't no hobby its a part of me
There's a lot of snakes
That gonna slither through the game
Try to take advantage of your lil' bit of fame
That's why I don’t work
Unless I’m mother fucking paid
Young kid with some intuition
Listen to what I say
They told me I could never be
Everything that I am now
All I got is room to grow
Cause there's no more breaking me down
Been at the bottom to long
Harboring emotion to put into songs
You think you know me
You got it all wrong
