Praying for a sign, maybe I'm thinkin of signing out

Waited all my life for this, fuck was all the hype about?

I got everything I wanted why the fuck my mind so down?

Put my blood sweet and question every word and write it down!

I dont know why I feel so empty, I dont know why I need this caddy, all my motherfucking feelings heavy

I think that's when my demons get me, just to drink more to keep it steady!

All gas, no brakes with a stolie my damn propane, holy moly i dont need the

Hangover!

It's in my lifestyle really sketchy, it must be why when I wake up I need a bevvy!

Feel like I'm possessed by my vices wondering which one messed up my night!

I quit one just to pick another back up! It's a couple of em I'll spend my whole life on em!

How come I never feel relaxed, and never happy with the shit I have, I dont want a little bag I want to sniff a kilogram, call the plug tripping out like its missing half, its why won't ever be normal or crash the wedding black dressed Hella informal!

They asking questions but those questions rhetorical, got my sense up in my head I'm obsessed with what's horrible!

I dont wanna be another statistic but when my minds not numb it goes kinda ballistic

It'd just be nice to just forget it i know that I should get help, but I dont wanna admit it, but playing dominoes with Lucifer, everybody fake, that's the problem with the universe

It's why I say I'm doing better when I am doing worse, I just hide behind my shame the shit is too absurd

I ain't really religious but it feel like i possessed by the grips of addiction, sick of lying on myself because it isn't convincing I'm in this shitty position because of my witty decision and it ain't nobody elses fualt

I just shut everyone else so they dont get involved, mind on my money like a [?tellafawn?] high off of somebody that will probably leave me dead and gone

Cut water for my breakfast on a bender tryin to make this hangover go away, cold ass [?whoo?] From doordash on the doormat, give it to the ducks so it dont go to waste

Counted up these blue bills, ice doors bluesclues, she a ballerina off the K, think little shoddie needa tutu!