Man is it my fault, man is it?

Yeah, is it my fault that I'm gifted and I give a fucking shit?

Running through my fucking visions when I was a fucking kid

I be dying while I'm crashing at the bottom of the list

I don't really give a fuck about a motherfucking bitch

But I die inside

Thinking about the fucking future on the curbside

Thinking about my fucking brothers on the frontline

God I miss my fucking baby, just to pass time

Yeah we pass time, rush

Babe I know you're at work and you making this cash

Come back right home let me fuck on the dash

Let me come right inside

Let me just die, fuck

Le me just hug you and fuck you and make it alright

Bitch I'm hurting inside, but baby you're mine

I don't give a fuck who hurts my fist

Let me just kiss you on the motherfucking lips

Let me come back inside

And kiss you goodnight fuck

I know your hurting with tears in your motherfucking eyes

And the devil despises, but baby we 'ight, rush