Wake up sleepyheaded wax sticky finger stoner

Stomach still emaciated, faded off a foul memory

Make of me a man and maybe then I can be fem and free

And paint my fucking nails pink so think pieces center me

I live in my head, my head is clouded with weed smoke

I get back in bed and tell myself I don’t need folk

I don't need no company on facetime either, just a dirty baseline and a bag of sativa

Only paper in my pocket is for something I can smoke

Lint knotted coins cutting up my throat when I swallow

Rock bottom’s got a hollowing joke: it’s just a mirror of the top with a lot more pot smoke

Bet you I’ll be better in a week hit me after the rent’s due

Lungs weak coughing at the back of the venue

Broke and I tend to be alone often

Off and on temper, prone to pick a bone

Never home

All my homies modern renditions of tarot

Barely home in their bone marrow and narrowly not broke

We make it by the skin of our teeth and these **** be making it by the skin of their kinfolk

**** dodging blessings like the heavens said think fast

Patience getting thinner quick like I’m on slim fast

I will make a dinner of your ego if we go any further

Imma needa roll a black with some green like Shego

These days the blunt be my only amigo

Good gas got the voice crack low like Tito

Talk to me sideways get a stitch like lilo

Feeling cunt, cum drunk on my stevo shit

Don’t start no shit won’t be no shit

Get shitfaced to face all my emotions

****

I'm back on my bull and packing a bowl

I be on my young black negro shit ugh

I am a bitch and a bad one at that

Your **** spoil me and call me his brat

He got my name in a tat, but your bitch got my name on her cat

And I got her cat on my tongue yeah

I got the gas in my lungs yeah

I eat her like she a luncheon

I can not pass up a function

Dance!

I live in my head, my head is clouded with weed smoke

I get back in bed and tell myself I don’t need folk

Bet you I’ll be better in a week hit me after the rent’s due

Lungs weak coughing at the back of the venue

Broke and I tend to be alone often

Off and on temper, prone to pick a bone

Never home