Lyrics

Tough luck
Where my money at these drugs they got me fucked up
I been wasting serotonin in my back yard
Couple g to keep me happy till the pack gone
I don't need to find a bitch for satisfaction
Tired of acting like I hate it when I pass up
Doing better now with mental interaction
Picked off on the shoulder no expansion
Go to sleep and wake up wishing I was
Don't talk that talk to me
Fucked off my face till my gums start bleeding
I watch my back for the 3rd degree
Quite sad foot down imma go out speeding
Then you ask if I'm fine?
Hollup
I guess I'm doing alright, for once I dunno
I'm steady cutting off ties
Shut up
And get up out of my life
These meds got me healing
But I'm never quite right
Caught me in the section
Waiting in the crossfire
Posted with the tec saying
Chalk it up to white
That shit it'll make your head spin
Rack it on a dime stay up high
I'm just saying that shits
Tough luck
Where my money at these drugs they got me fucked up
I been wasting serotonin in my back yard
Couple g to keep me happy till the pack gone
I don't need to find a bitch for satisfaction
Tired of acting like I hate it when I pass up
Doing better now with mental interaction
Picked off on the shoulder no expansion
Go to sleep and wake up wishing I was dead
Written by: Josh Walton
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