(verse 1: aypelz)
Real talk yeah i gotta spit some shit cause i'm feeling fucked up
Yeah yeah i can't cope i'll be stuck in a rut
Every chance that i get i keep fucking them up
Drugs ruin me i guess so i cut and i cut
Fam shooting p i just feel like chucking my guts
But i feel for them and i can't be a hypocrite
What i'm saying is the shard it's a wicked bitch it'll put you in the dark it's insidious
Yeah i'm happy that i'm past fucking hitting pips
But i'm still on the xanax and i ain't getting peace
I don't feel like i'm happy and i can never sleep
Meds i ate i'm an addict and so i'm meant to fiend
It ain't money i'm stuck and so i don't get a feed
Ever been so lost that you've given up
And you'd rather fucking rock in the freaking mud
It's your past you ain't forgot so your wrist is cut
So you're sitting with the grog with a bit of bud
I'm fucking sick of this medication prescription pills my advice is to never take them
It controls my life and it's getting dangerous i already see my brothers up in fucking heaven waiting
Rest in peace i think you're bad death man i wanna rest
Bag of bones and my head in a foggy mess
And it's true i regret ever dropping meds
Fuck it all i'm depressed and i want the end
All the snakes fuck them off fucking never switch
When i see them gotta stomp get revenge and slit
Don't be running to the cops you pathetic prick
Fuck this shit i'ma stop and just reminisce
Nowadays i just wait for my death nowadays that is way for the end