Mind-scape switched, yeah I sit and I skits
I don’t give a sh*t about the
Old me
Still wanna die so I’m not afraid to cry
I’m like girl will you please come
Hold me
Oh well guess I’m tripping out my head again
Smoking weed till the motherfu*king days end
Lying down watching grey clouds overhead
Lyrics all the same, I do nout but stay
In bed
Flashing light s in the distance
See it through the window
Reflecting what’s on the tv screen
Think I need assistance
Assassins creed for instance
Still won't resort to drinking lean
Just another motherfu*king teen
Tryna get clean but the weed be the downfall of myself
And my brain cells since the age of ‘bout twelve
But I’m back and I think I’m better than I’ve ever been
I always sit here and pout
I do nowt
Start thinkin’ about death
It’s a good shout
When my heads roundabout
Where I park and I spark in the dark
Don’t tell a narc
Where the joints go
Into my lungs - that’s six feet deep
Body bag tag price for the beats that I reap
All the radge wanna brag
But couldn’t reach this heat
Now they mad I told their dad
Try and beat this