So in the end, it was all a bad dream

I'ma smoke these cigarettes, sorry, for my bad teeth

I remember when we met, you said you love the way I speak

Now it's all distortion whenever you talk to me

I been on an X, now my throat begins to bleed

I don't believe in relations, so don't even start to preach

The only one I think I trust is up on my fuckin' jeans

See into your gut, you ripped out my arteries