Paroles

Mind got me crippled I got myself in a pickle Yuh Shouldn't have took triple I'm way too past all the giggles Fuck Dime bags and henny I'm scraping nickels and penny's Rough Banned from my Denny's Cuz I got fucked up and messy Ha Man down a manic spasm head in the gutter I ain't know how the fuck I made it this far with a putter I aint built to fucking deal with all these people that follow And know I love you but these socials interaction get harder Know I gotta lay low Smoke dope Stuck in this shitty fucking circle got me broke Mentally and physically be trapped I need a rope God knows what the fuck I gotta do to find a roach Living in the basement Cuz I'm broke 6 figure jobs man I gave em up for hope Chasing fucking dreams Man I'm disappointing folks So I'm sorry mom and dad if I ain't do this would've jumped Mind got me crippled I got myself in a pickle Yuh Shouldn't have took triple I'm way too past all the giggles Fuck Dime bags and henny I'm scraping nickels and penny's Rough Banned from my Denny's Cuz I got fucked up and messy Ha Lost in a haze They tryna talk with me Know I got a lot in me Sit down and just rock with me Lost in a gaze I'm in the sauce baby Drowning I ain't stop shaking Legs be weighing lots lately Counting the days That I got baby Every ugly thought aching Don't know when I stop waking Frown on my face Cuz I ain't Where I know I wanna be lately Gave it up to dream my fate
Writer(s): Anthony Brach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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