yeah bitch shut the fuck up pussy fuck you x4 brains on my lap from poppin these prescriptions depression feels like death because it matches my depiction ain't nun left to lose ud be the one to come up missin u hoe told me to stop hitting u I told her stop bitching (chorus)x4 NFG be a deciple of this fucked up music buisness they quick to sell there souls of a number and percentage my body's feeling empty so I had to burn my bridges too many body's getting wrapped up ain't no presents for there christmas (chorus)x4