lil $grinder Her

high as a kite I'm not coming down the last time last time I seen her round couldn't get her of my mind she's subduction in its worse straight curse she fills my brain well the led takes away my pain gain little lose a lot she saved me from the block to bad she couldn't save me from my glock one shot to the brain release me of my pain slayed by myself she didn't even wanna help pain a glory all on a short winters night I took my own life everyone in the curch at my funeral quite like mice how can I not take what I'm given like my birth right this ain't my first fight with addiction she will suck you dry and leave yo momma cry through blood shoot eye's I see the truth