Home hasn't feel like home in a couple of weeks or so

I've been praying again, but I don't think I could reach no more

I'm pissed off, I can't sleep, I can't even breathe no more

There's something in the air, in the breeze forsure

Do you miss the good times? you missing the weed or something?

I'm done trying to change you, you don't even believe for nothing

Im backtracking on snapchat and she eat on my meat for lunch

I care of myself still, money don't mean that much

I jerk off seven days a week trying to give meaning to something

You gossip your whole life, you looking at me for what?

Honestly probably why they hate my guts, I'm way too blunt

Don't get credit where I deserve, your life don't mean that much

Trust i'm never giving you access again

Im never giving you shit