(Just a second)

Sit up in the house all day with a bottle and a blunt like, "Fuck life!"

Staring at the TV, covered up the window with like three seats

****, no sunlight

Hella faded and sedated, **** wait a minute

I can't even say the shit, I'm tongue-tied

Maybe I should go and get the razor but can't figure

Out which way to slit so cut twice

See now I'm on some stupid shit

I took these meds, went to the living room to sit

Got dry mouth, all I had was a brew to sip

Flipped on the news, then I started drooling spit

I'm 'noid and I'm hearing sounds like, "Who is it?"

I'm super sick of dealing with the foolishness

I forgot I had this mo'fucking doobie lit

And I just bruised my wrist by cutting a crucifix

I'm high, I'm hoping I land on Jesus

'Cause if I plan to get better, your man's gon' need it

Need to feed myself but damn, no eating

Fridge is empty and I don't plan on leaving

Even treatment please but fam I'm speeding

Chill on ammo squeeze and ammo sleeping

Leave the beef behind, I can't go vegan

Need some peace of mind, well man go eat one

With those sane folks you won't see Iso

Got big problems, they go fee-fi-fo

Can't be fixed if I quote the bible

Toward my head I will point the rifle

Gotta be insane like A-E-I-O

You don't get it do you, I told these white folks

And they loving the dough, they don't be right bro

Flow so dark but it's so delightful

Sittin' in the house all day with a bottle and a blunt like, "Fuck life!"

Sittin' in the house all day with a bottle and a blunt like, "Fuck life!"

Sittin' in the house all day with a bottle and a blunt like, "Fuck life!" (I just wanna drink all day and get high, get high, yeah)

Sittin' in the house all day with a bottle and a blunt like, "Fuck life!" (The anxiety makes it hard to get by, get by)

I'm really introverted

Sit up in the house all day with a model and a slut like, "Fuck wives!"

Never be committed to these hoes, I be diggin' in them though

Each one, I'ma fuck twice

I got a hate death ****, no love life

Little **** heart turned cold, yep crushed ice

Killin' if it spark come close like a bug life

Sitting on the couch with a shotty and a bud lite

I been perverted, introverted

Fuck a nervous system, my system's nervous

With a pistol, paint brush I'm picture perfect

I'm at war with this prime shit, Winston Churchill

I get more sick when I spit these verses

Not a single prayer can lift these curses

License to kill like I'm whipping hearses

'Cause ninety percent of what y'all spit is worthless

I hope you get into an accident on purpose

Doing a buck fifty, and flip reverse it

Eject from the windshield and hit the surface

And go by flames like a missing person

I spit that venom like a freaking serpent

The main reason that yo' chick is slurping

Hard off the top like a bitch that's shirtless

And this gon' be that shit they purchase

They don't really want it with the Iso-veli

I bet you bitches want a kid get inside yo' belly

Wolfing with a kid and never find y'all relish

If I'm off like the work up inside those tellies

Who wanna go to war? **** I'm so ready

To trigger, to get it fingered, **** I'm no Freddy

Be dumpin' out of the window of my old Chevy

Machete ready to turn 'em into my spaghetti (just a second)

Sittin' in the house all day with a bottle and a blunt like, "Fuck life!"

Sittin' in the house all day with a bottle and a blunt like, "Fuck life!"

Sittin' in the house all day with a bottle and a blunt like, "Fuck life!" (I just wanna drink all day and get high, get high, yeah)

Sittin' in the house all day with a bottle and a blunt like, "Fuck life!" (The anxiety makes it hard to get by, get by)

I'm really introverted