Baby, come and visit in my underground apartment

I don't got no oxygen, at least I got parking

Here we got the fridge that tell you you'd be better starving

Here we got the smoker's corner for the broken-hearted

Baby, can you tell me how the fuck to die happy?

I just wanna drill my head in dirt and hear it cracking

Cells inside my brain would tell me it'd be too tacky

I just need a freight to clip the rail and come smack me

I'm so fucking sorry, girl, I know I'm still changing

This here like a lullaby you sing to kill the baby

I know that you can't, but means a lot, you tried to save me

Promise I'll remember you, you're such a nice lady

When I'm just a blob in my mid to late forties

Every time my smaller blobs would make 'em tell stories

Only tell the one, because I want 'em to remember

When I tell the tale about the woman in the quarry

And then we flip it

Alright, alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright

Baby, I can tell you I won't ever die sober

I don't live no different from the man behind the dumpster

And if it's not no drugs, just be assured I'm in my slumber

Down right, dirty season, throwin' up blood all summer

I remember geeking, when I walked into the complex

I know I was fucked, it's probably way worse out of context

Shawty been my angel in a time I need it most

Sucks she couldn't save me right before I turned ghost

Cons may well inspire, give a fuck about pros

I still got some slime underneath the dimple on my nose

I suck on the bottle almost like I'm still teething

I just hope this wine can help me tell you how I'm feeling