DIE FOR ME (feat. Loud Faracom)
Still mixing my drugs
Pop one and die with me
You was with me down at my lowest
Need you by my side with these riches
Its a homicide to any opposition
That comes against Im hitting switches
If they switched up payed em less attention
Really dying for you deep in sentimental's
Think i lost my mind gave up on finding that
My soul black heart not intact
War ready when these demons attack
Ain't no cap off this capsule could never be sad
But as soon as im sober i need to relapse
Always thinking about you bitch i need to relax
Avoid the abyss but im falling right back
Don't know how to live if I don't get you back
So get lost with me
Catch that God feeling
Always knew I'd get to that bag and i put that on my mom children
Pop pills like they prescribed to me
Only thing that never lied to me
Or maybe I lie to myself
Make it ok all for my mental health
If we fell off well i guess thats that
No trust in me no trust for you
Ain't no point in bringing that feeling back
Mind spinning faster than a ceiling fan
And i hate it
Wouldn't trade if they paid me
Without you been going crazy
Forget it all with this percocet
Don't hate me
(Uh)
(Yeah) don't hate me
(Yeah) please don't hate me
(Yeah) I been waiting
Sometimes I'm impatient
It's been complicated
Yeah I'm wasted
(Yeah Im wasted)
Where is my life going
Throwing up drugs in the foreign
Dive in my heart like a ocean
Thinking about you like frank ocean
Driving my car like its stolen
(What)
Driving my car like its stolen
(Uh)
Why you playing with my love don't break my heart
You was fucking with these other lames all along
That's why I put my pain on this song
All these fucking hundred's don't mean shit at all
Why you playing with my love don't break my heart
You was fucking with these other lames all along
That's why I put my pain on this song
All these fucking hundred's don't mean shit at all
Still taking drugs in the bathroom stall
fuck all the critics you gotta prove em wrong
Dedicated to my craft I don't need a job
Fast forward ten years blowing racks at the mall
(At the mall)
(Where is my life going)
(Where is my life going)
(Why you playing with my love don't break my heart)
(You was fucking with these other lames all along)
(That's why I put my pain on this song)
(All these fucking hundred's don't mean shit at all)