Spent

Woke up with my throat cut
Gold slut
Poured cup
I woke up and i'm still fucked and i'm still drunk
And i'm still slumped and them xans is kickin my hands is twitchin
I'm still drinkin my mind missin
New day on the same mission my flight leave in like thirty minutes
I'm gone bitch
Leave me on my own bitch
I be on my lone shit
Please don't hit my phone shit i'm on shit and i'm not the one
Think of all the things of done, think of all the hell ive brung
Think of all the shit to come i'm not the one no

But i could give a fuck about that spent all of my racks but i know i'll make it back though
And i been chillin smokin on thrax smoked all of my packs imma go and cop another hoe

Got a lotta shit i wanna say
But i don't
Same reason that i don't pray
Just cope feelin like i'm on a tightrope in a room
Full of white smoke nowadays she wanna see me choke
Feelin like i wanna pick her up so we can kick back and we can talk it out
"Not much to talk about" is what she tells me though
"The feelings gone now you gotta let me go" But i'm
In my feelings and i'm thinking bout them days
When we'd roll around and bump to what the radio played
I'm stuck inside of my own head and i'm alone now in my own bed
I'm sick of waking up in a cold sweat i wanna call you up but my phones dead i

But i could give a fuck about that spent all of my racks but i know i'll make it back though
And i been chillin smokin on thrax smoked all of my packs imma go and cop another hoe