“Am I talking too much?”
f#ck pills, I’d rather smoke a blunt
Tons of drugs and I’m doing them all for fun
I can’t handle being sober, I’m f#cked up and now it’s over
You’re the chick that’s on my shoulder
You’re the b#tch I can’t get over
Time flies by I’m getting older, still
f#ck pills, I’d rather smoke a blunt
Tons of drugs and I’m doing them all for fun
I can’t handle being sober, I’m f#cked up and now it’s over
You’re the chick that’s on my shoulder
You’re the b#tch I can’t get over
Time flies by I’m getting older, still
I lose myself every mothеrf#cking night
Blood dripping you my f#cking sacrifice
I’m doing great I don’t need your damn advice
Smokе is in my mind, split I’m getting right
I lose myself every motherf#cking night
Blood dripping you my f#cking sacrifice
I’m doing great I don’t need your damn advice
Smoke is in my mind, split I’m getting right
I don’t got a job
f#ck I miss my moms and I’m pissed off at my pops
When they split and left me, lost
From 2002 you know what it do
I be chilling in my room high as hell off the, booze
I lose myself every motherf#cking night
Blood dripping you my f#cking sacrifice
I’m doing great I don’t need your damn advice
Smoke is in my mind, split I’m getting right
I lose myself every motherf#cking night
Blood dripping you my f#cking sacrifice
I’m doing great I don’t need your damn advice
Smoke is in my mind, split I’m getting right
“Am I talking too much?”
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