The product of idea
Got the body of a crackhead
Kind of lost and I don't plan on coming back yet
Its safe to say I aint been sober in minutes
I hate the drip but gotta get these f*cking drugs in my system
Think im losing my grip to get ahold of your interest
And only inches away from going over my limit
Catch me screaming free Frank until the day he released
And f*ck the feds they all can catch a sex related disease
My daughters momma ought to eat a f*ckin penis
And see that she aint ever f*cking needed
If she want she can leave
What the f*ck do I want when all that I got is the whole world in front of me
My life in my hands which is taking a chance that I prolly don't wanna be
Am I doing too much or am I not doing enough
Suddenly I just wanna give up and I wanna scream
I need to run just to f*cking breathe
None of us know what the f*ck we need
All of us wanna be f*cking free
All that I want is some weed in a blunt and the ones that I love for the company
My sons mom had me locked up
She can f*ck off going feet first
That bitch bald with a mom butt
She can eat a penis til her cheeks hurt
Weed crumbs on my t-shirt from all of the blunts that im rolling
And I highly suggest that if you never have
Please don't ever smoke nothing with Joey
Violated my EPO
Fought CPS and I beat the case
Got ninety days still on the shelf for some restitution that I need to pay