Might wake up
Then again might not
Lost flow in my vessels
For ever been clot
Don't bring me no med
Always ditching a doc
Remaining consumed
Like a cigarette box
Toxicating myself
Won't see me at a bar
They try to compel
Won't notice, fam I'm gone
Sinnin' in Austin
Tho LA my home
Emittin' that pollen
In other words, woe
Seeking for a motive
Codeine done me bloated
I can't feel her throat hit
Blurry when I wrote this
Worries don't revolve me
Like Keef Sosa glowy
Hasten thru them chapters
In this motha f**ing story