Heartbreak, sadness, living this way will become tragic.
Chest pains, acid, falling for that shit is just pathetic.
Love stains, dramatic, putting myself in these positions I sometimes regret it.
Past names, toxic, reliving my past years turns me demonic.
I find it pathetic that I keep repeating the same shit.
Definition of insanity, doing the same expecting different.
How I would go through my days completely under the influence.
I don’t know why I would do these things, it was never important.
You should have seen it, all the drugs in my treasure chest.
You wouldn’t believe it, all the pills would have led to arrest.
So fucked up as shit, I used myself as a drug test.
Mixing Xans and Ket with the lean, I’m Boba Fett.
I’m Jedi flipping!
Straight syrup sipping!
Im drug mixing, doomsday preparing.
I’m lean walking with beats I’m dropping.
Pill popping, fill them up in my coffin.
I know no one likes the drug talking or truth dropping.
Deep process thinking in me so I’ll be telling you how I’m feeling.
I feel like shit. That’s about it.
Heartbreak, sadness, living this way will become tragic.
Chest pains, acid, falling for that shit is just pathetic.
Love stains, dramatic, putting myself in these positions I sometimes regret it.
Past names, toxic, reliving my past years turns me demonic.
They question me about my clothes and my style.
They judge me on everything I do and it goes on for awhile.
If I had a xan of 2 then i wouldn’t care with what they say.
Especially with lean in my cup then they can trash me all day.
(I’m sorry about all the drug talk. It’s just how I am when I talk about my feelings. And devil dealings killing my intentions).
(Somethings are hard to talk about)
DieSad
