Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael Wall
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Music by CSO
This mental prison, yeah
This not my vision, yeah
For all my dogs locked up in here
Scratching two pennies and mixing them with tears
What we finna do, what we finna do
My **** work it out, yeah
Sad boy, I'm a damn sad boy
Deploy, destroy things that I enjoy
It was that that bitch, yeah
Now it fuck em all, money over tricks, yeah
Make me sick, yeah
I couldn't stomach
I got wrapped up with a demon it robbing' season
Bitches looking through you like a meal to a man that ain't eating
We're all junkies and we crushing up our last pills
None left for you
None left for you
None left for you
None left for you
None left for you
None left for you
None left, none left, none left for you
None left, none left, none left, none left
This is my depression sonnet
Bowtie done up, anxiety blazing like comets
Like Fed time
Come for ya like bedtime
My partna stepped down for a pussy cowardice, showered us
Like his pissed pants feel like the first time fucking with power and lust
Split a freak hoe in two
Yeah, what a real G to do
None left for you
None left for you
None left for you
None left for you
None left for you
None left for you
None left for you
None left, none left, none left for you
None left, none left, none left, none left
Yeah
Written by: Michael Wall
