| Let’s put all this shit just to the test |
| I’m off this pill for regret |
| I’m off this pill for neglect |
| When my eyes close I die slow |
| Pry it open, do or die |
| that I know can’t fold cause I’m God chosen |
| Lets switch my life in this bitch |
| Since you want this shit, acting like its so formal |
| Imagine poppin' three pills a day to feel normal |
| Imagine people blow out your brains and claim they adore you |
| See this my life in Hell and I don’t wish on wishing wells |
| But listen, miss, I do intel, them expectations make me frail |
| I’m just a ghost inside a shell but you can’t crack me out my bail |
| And now these perkies got my eyes bleedin', lookin like that I’m fiendin' |
| She said that she hate it when I’m high, shit, I see it |
| By the time I’m slurrin' on my words, shit, I’m not breathing |
| I been sleepin in cold sweats, regret, and dry-heaving |
| I ain’t got the to my soul that’s that’s just how I see it |
| If they try to fade me to black, tell 'em «Divide it even» |
| Alright, yeah |
| Uh |
| Percocet all in my flesh keep me content |
| Can’t feel this pain off this pill, can’t over-step, uh |
| But I’m a demon in the flesh, its the truth, I must confess |
| So when I tweak I’m at my best |
| So pass the dead, we just might roll somethin' |
| I been sittin', itching for a lick now just to prove somethin' |
| I been way too humble with this shit well now my mood frontin' |
| I put the scope right on the drac', we call them like we do somethin' |
| I just powered up right off the perc see it gon' boost somethin' |
| Don’t make me talk that shit cause I’ll get lost up inside that mix |
| Can’t quit these drugs, it is what it is but, I think it’s sad we ended up here |
| And if you can save me, do it quick, cause I think I need that shit, no kidding |
| My mind that’s since my youth |
| And I want voices out my head, they quick to kill me in the room |
| And I feel like I’m crazy, blank staring at white walls |
| Aye momma, how you made me, can’t blame me, I fight strong |
| See daddy, he ain’t raise me, fuck it, we got the lights on |
| Exit side white rice, no emotion, the night long |
| See love that bottle but he raised me, fuck it, he ten toes |
| But I can’t give you credit; see that shit right there embedded so much trauma |
| in my head |
| But it take one just to know one, I’m an addict, play it fair |