If You Were To Get What You Deserve, You Would Know What The Bottom Of A Tire Tastes Like
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Still depressed, still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking Backwoods
Still smoke a Swisher if you got it with you
Everybody want me sober, but I'm not a quitter
I say the less you know, the better, that west bank fire setter
$uicide dream team, it's that codeine fiend
Hellbound is what I'm deemed, surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that I know is sleep or to be deceased, ****
I can't call it any more
Get more depressed when I'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishing that I was a fu*king corpse, fu*k
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Yeah, now if we got a problem then we got a problem
I don't give a fu*k, I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic and I'm rotten, this ain't an option
I was opting out responsibility, turn a new leaf and get it popping
Pull up on their fu*king ass, all they do is fu*king ask
"Can I flash you with the gas?"
And so I pull up on their ass then I ask
"Want to catch the gat's blast?" It's always back to back
$uicide, $uicide
Used to calm my depression ($uicide)
used to call it my progression ($uicide)
Used to make me less upset and- ($uiciiiide)
$uicide, $uicide
Now causes all my depression ($uiciiiide)
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
Oh my love
She said