Everyday.
I’m living the pain and feeling the same with no one to blame but myself for not breaking these chains
with a foot in the grave for the addictions I crave forever enslaved for chasing the game
No longer Taylor made,Talk is cheap, you sew you reap
now creapin the street with nothing to eat, yet staying discreet and your ready to leap...
Ready to ball
Ready to fall
ready to end it all
the Icey claws still got you by the balls.
So you smoke it all.
You can’t win em all.
So now you stall, spread leg face smashed in the wall
Now defaced,
Head down disgraced , cast aside replaced.
Thrown away, for your first mistake
So you lay awake , in the bed you made.
For the sake of being, eyes wide shut
No longer seeing, the reality
Out the back, fleeing the scene,
Dodging the streets , never admitting defeat with the company I keep mother fucker
No more frontin
No more do or dies
Rollin dirty
Gettin popped over nothin