i get high enough to to touch space was always taught to say grace why does everything feel like a punch to the face. i wanna be fadded.... so fadded i wanna be ok just ok simping on insta feel like a protesta for everything going good when its good its bad when its bad its worse my name is just a curse pimping around in a hurse everyday getting worse all i see is red sombody about to be dead why do i not feel dread smoke a bowl to relax not really getting stacks no one wants me around you can find me in the pound with an infection dieing like a dog... lethal injection never fucked with meth its bad for the head. i used to live in a shed (hot box castle) ya ya i wanna be fadded.... so fadded i wanna be ok not just ok nic's got mw dieing but the acid got me frying promise i aint lien but i am dieing yaaaa i might as well be on the floor the cops kicking down my door i feel dead to my core i came from nothing so i am nothing rushing to buld my way up, why is everyone judging