Woke Up Dope Sick With A Cut Wrist

Woke up dope sick with a cut wrist

Lil’ bad bitch sayin’ here’s a plot twist

“When you cut it you weren’t even a lil piss

Just a grin on your face, sayin’ watch this”

Now I’m sittin’ back thinkin’ how sick am I?

But that went away the moment I got high

I’m sayin: “now what it do, who are you?

Get the fuck out my living room

Get the fuck out my mental too”

What, bitch? You can’t hear when I talk to you?

Now I’m back to square one with my hand on the gun

Mama screaming: “son, don’t do it

I love you, don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do..”

I can’t help this feeling

Don’t you see that I need all these prescriptions

This ain’t no livin’