F****d Up, That's Cool

(They say that)

Misery loves company, here, come and do these drugs with me

Just don't run from me

I got a hundred problems you don't gotta understand

I keep a hunnid thoughts inside this shot up in my hand

I took a hit of weed, my pride is low

Struggled through the pain of life up on a higher note

I'm bong ripping 'til I'm coughing shit

Can't afford to think that everything is possible

Hundredth time I quit these cigarettes

Think I love 'em 'cause they kill me while they burning slow

I broke my back for certain jerks involved

Gotta earn some more, these percs they got me working more

I found my purpose on this earth ain't certain

See my future in these thoughts, it's looking pretty worthless

Came from nothing prolly end with nothing

Feeling finished before i'm started, what a gimmick birth is

What a gimmick birth is

(If I can't make it work, shit)

You got a fate of what you make it with the cards you got

If you ain't grateful for the rain then homie, God is lost

Then homie, God is lost

And that's the (Fuckin') truth

And everybody know I'm fucked up, that's cool

I made it through another month, no jack moves

And everybody know I'm fucked up, that's cool