Dear God

got problems lots of problems ain't it obvious I don't give afuck quitin that kindness to kill nobody dieing from being nice best believe I plotted every option won't be no way to save ya life putting fentynal in my songs I'm overdosing myself everyday every night building my tolerance up per potency graduate cap and gown stryform codeine spilling purple lean stuck in a syriquil dream more like sweet dream why everybody love me cause I never sqiell popp another amphetamine I'm peddlleing all the way to Tennessee carrying all day sentences with all these kinds of fucking crazy felonies dotting my i's and never double crossing p the devil often talks to me but you don't wanna hear the bottom line the convo goes automatic and becomes another rhyme I'm baring this whole flow the star of his own show which be no friend or foe. smokingindigo indaca inthe Garda La Vida lighting gas such a fast life great past learning to spot snakes slithi g thru the lake path by tall grass next to my balling sack keeping it playa that's a natural artifact like a quarter back I'm coming for my cash ready to put hundreds on these bitches ass she don't love me nomore she loving Mr bad . and I'm Mr I hate your ass but think that's sad such toxic inspiration always testing my patience she don't see it ain't that