I'm a Prime victim every 7-D-S
Momma keep telling me I need to destress
Why my wrists look like a lil whores' dress
Exterminate myself gotta rid my life of pests
I'm a Prime victim of every 7-D-S
Momma keep telling me I need to destress
Why my wrists look like a lil whores' dress
Exterminate myself gotta rid my life of pests
Ah shit I picked up the knife again
I'm sorry these days just too mundane
Wanna talk about how happiness is hard to obtain
But these kids don't care to retain
Anything except for good beats n lyrics bout c**e
Damn, too bad
So sad, I'm glad
That I
Never really gave a f**k about what people thought about me
You see, I think that there's a lot that y'all needa be taught
Here's a thought
Stop being a fucking sheep
Open your eyes there ain't no time to sleep
Maybe form your own f**n thoughts for once
Cuz this life truly what you fucking reap
Few years ago, realized if you want answers gotta get 'em by yourself
Find your own way keep moving up in stealth
Maybe come up on some wealth
But if you're like me, forget about your health
But at least my soul don't detach from this passion
Sorry to say inside I'm crashing
My body flew to the dash n'
I'm still puffin on this gas n'
I smoke more than behind the dash n'
That's cuz I can buy an eighth for about
Less than a quarter of a fucking gallon, ugh
My mind can't seem to stabilize
Smoking weed got them devil eyes
Dave East, rep NY but I ain't no c
Fishbowl but I ain't no b**h like sea
But I'm still human, feelings you see?
Not afraid to show their ain't no glee
But I'll be doing shows soon on the road rv
Cuz my bars got the power of a fucking army
Feeling like a lost boy no Cordae
A key to some glee I'll call that payday
Why my bank like a suicidal divorcee
Got like 3k in bills not a dollar I could pay
Maybe I should call for help ayo Andre?
Sound like M Harris but still I'm a nobody
Same shit different day really got no hobby
Except taking drugs think that could occupy me
Cry me cry me a river this boy a b**h
Die me die me fill that boy wit sum lead
One more one more think he might be dead
Drop w**e drop w**e he messed up in the head
Undead, undead I'm chilling with my friends
Can't see can't see like they play pretend
Two am two am my demons resurface
Drop w**e drop w**e think that you deserve this
Complain more than Beyoncé has fame
Say I'll have a name, but I just think that I'll be ashamed
Then what do I do? A question with no clue
No hunnids, no these tissues I've been running through
My attention doesn't have enough retention to make it all the way to a pension
No Fred the opposite of Benson
Swear my mind so fried get higher looking right at Edison
Rap my lightbulb so all I gotta do is gru
My brothers circle tight don't need no glue
Friends dropping left right all I got is two
Don't need no new really, I'm fine with two
But reminisce bout those that are gone
Some snakes tho not the ones up in the lawn
Yet, I'm still optimistic they'll repent the antic
Part of why I'm frantic, need xans for the tic
Using speed to cope but I'm not talking drugs
Eleven tickets now, twelve be slowing up my iv plugs
Can't see my future, blinding no flash unplug
That's that ice talk, my life going no where
End up on the streets till I got grey hair
Olive Garden ain't enough to pay the fare
Damn the harvest looking lil slow this year
Everyday it's getting harder to breath I swear
I'm suffocating you'd think my name is Alison
If I said that I'm still alive I'd be a Pretty Little Liar
I think Scyther cut down my life's little fucking wire
I'm a Prime victim of every 7-D-S
Momma keep telling me I need to destress
Why my wrists look like a lil w**e's dress
Exterminate myself gotta rid my life of pests
