I should of told you
I wish you told me
Talking to old me
Blow on a bowl see
I'm at your door
I'm at your door
Pills inside my noggin
I can't love you no more no more
Don't love you no more
Drown in my xanny galore
Galore
I want me some more
Pop a couple pills
And scarp the dust off the floor
Scarp the dust of the floor
Three to my body now death at my door
Knee shots shawty now I'm bleeding some more
I mean run from my body I can't see anymore
From a tree work my core
Og in my lungs while I run what a dork
You won't find nothing but a pill on my fork
This shit is my passion really none of it work at all
Six blades careful cut you clean no jerk
Something special bitch I never work
I'm in heaven bitch it never works
Count to Seven baby you gone learn this verse
Before I say hello to you I OD first
Seven pills counted like I'm giving birth
Eleven days of training body beat it hurt
Shin kick metal watch the blood hit the dirt
The dirt