$uicideboy$ - 5 Grand at 8 to 1 lyrics

[Chorus: OG Worry] Ain't nobody fu*kin' with me like they used to Open seat in the coupe so I scooped you I get caught up in my thoughts and I can't think right Caught up in a nightmare so I don't sleep right I just want them to treat me like they used to, ayy I just want something real that I'm used to, yeah I just want them to treat me like they—ayy, ayy I just want something real that I'm—yeah, yeah [Verse 1: OG Worry] Went from no one to someone, at least I thought so Stuck up in a bad dream, watching front row People warnin' me that everything is gonna change Never thought that it would be in the worst way Life goin' up and goin' down at the same time Suicidal thoughts creepin' up in my mind Drug dealer, pocket reaping the benefits Only thing I fu*kin' had to get me through this sh*t I've been stripped of all I had, man Lost relations with my dad, damn Lost relations with the fam', damn Lost touch of who I am, sad I'm out seekin' peace like I'm seekin' air to breathe Pray to a God that I never thought I would believe Grant me serenity for all the things I cannot change Wisdom to know that what I can ain't the same [Chorus: Maire de Gras Ville] Ain't nobody fu*kin' with me like they used to Open seat in the coupe so I scooped you I get caught up in my thoughts and I can't think right Caught up in a nightmare so I don't sleep right I just want them to treat me like they used to I just want something real that I'm used to I just want them to treat me like—uh, ayy I just want something real that I'm—uh, yeah [Verse 2: Maire de Gras Ville] All my life, I've been waitin' 'til the time right Waitin' for the shade of light that make me shine bright Day turn to night, yeah, weeks turn to months Wishin' I could press the pause bu*ton just once Hidin' in the back tryna catch up to the front Everything I lack, I make up for it when I stunt More b*tches, more money, more drugs, more honeys More stuff, the more I want it, more I feel I'm fu*kin' stuck (I get by) Goin' through the motions, fu*kin' barely even growin' (I get high) Hidin' all in my emotions, never change, I'm stuck posted (I get by) What a lame excuse to keep doin' what I do (I get high) Wastin' my shine and that's the fu*kin' truth