Candy paint dripping, coming right out my nose
I've been lane switching stay away from you hoes
Tommy on my back pack with the Nike Air Force
You dress like a lame, did you mom pick all your clothes
Life really ain't how it's supposed to be
Homies I have left stay close to me
Copping all these bag like groceries
Go and tell your dad to grab his rosary
Overseas inside the motherf*cking sea of tears
And I'm noticing how imma product of all of my fears
I've been sipping slowly just to save me like a couple years
Dunno if I'll make it 'for I kill the man inside this mirror
Guess I'm back to drinking, over thinking on my mind
Carry me in Lincoln then cremate me when i die
I don't think I'll see the light, have the fire in my eyes
Nothing but, the flames and the demons in my sight