i look back and everything is blank
Rollin' down the chair on the fuckin' street
The only way to do this is for you to come, to see
I got the Alzheimer's, i'm losin' my brain
Fall off the roof, fall into a cage
Rollin' down the chair on the fuckin' street
The only way to do this is for you to come, to see
I got the Alzheimer's, i'm losin' my brain
Fall off the roof, fall into a cage
I be wakin' up at 7 am
Checkin' the time, it's only 8 am
I come and sit up on my bed
I ask myself, "did i really win the bet?"
Uh, yuh
Such discussed by such and such
I keep forgetting things, life's a fuckin' uppercut
I open my laptop, I find my things for school
I continue to ask myself, "am i really cool?"
Spinning the wheel now, 6 is poppin' up twice
Satan put it in front of me, "my heart is a nice slice"
Stupid motherfucker sits home and plays video games
Barely eats, with the boys, that is something he hates
It's 8 pm, gotta do my school work
Or else my parents finna send me to work
My life's already entitled
I don't want more bullshit, here is my title
Rollin' down the chair on the fuckin' street
The only way to do this is for you to come, to see
I got the Alzheimer's, i'm losin' my brain
Fall off the roof, fall into a cage
Rollin' down the chair on the fuckin' street
The only way to do this is for you to come, to see
I got the Alzheimer's, i'm losin' my brain
Fall off the roof, fall into a cage
I be wakin' up, wait what time is it?
Oh yeah, I forgot, it's 7:17
I sit up slowly, what is this feeling?
I tell myself, "I dream't of a somebody killing"
I keep hearing people discuss
I forgot the definition of smut
I literally can't move, it's such a feeling
I legit forgot almost everything I have done
I don't play, don't eat, all this, i'm all done
It's 8 pm, i'm in the hospital bed
Not financially corresponding to the things in my head
My life is over, thank's to Alzheimer's
No more bullshit, i'll be resting in peace
Now please, hand him my titles
The only way to do this is for you to come, to see
I got the Alzheimer's, i'm losin' my brain
Fall off the roof, fall into a cage
Rollin' down the chair on the fuckin' street
The only way to do this is for you to come, to see
I got the Alzheimer's, i'm losin' my brain
Fall off the roof, fall into a cage
I be wakin' up at 7 am
Checkin' the time, it's only 8 am
I come and sit up on my bed
I ask myself, "did i really win the bet?"
Uh, yuh
Such discussed by such and such
I keep forgetting things, life's a fuckin' uppercut
I open my laptop, I find my things for school
I continue to ask myself, "am i really cool?"
Spinning the wheel now, 6 is poppin' up twice
Satan put it in front of me, "my heart is a nice slice"
Stupid motherfucker sits home and plays video games
Barely eats, with the boys, that is something he hates
It's 8 pm, gotta do my school work
Or else my parents finna send me to work
My life's already entitled
I don't want more bullshit, here is my title
Rollin' down the chair on the fuckin' street
The only way to do this is for you to come, to see
I got the Alzheimer's, i'm losin' my brain
Fall off the roof, fall into a cage
Rollin' down the chair on the fuckin' street
The only way to do this is for you to come, to see
I got the Alzheimer's, i'm losin' my brain
Fall off the roof, fall into a cage
I be wakin' up, wait what time is it?
Oh yeah, I forgot, it's 7:17
I sit up slowly, what is this feeling?
I tell myself, "I dream't of a somebody killing"
I keep hearing people discuss
I forgot the definition of smut
I literally can't move, it's such a feeling
I legit forgot almost everything I have done
I don't play, don't eat, all this, i'm all done
It's 8 pm, i'm in the hospital bed
Not financially corresponding to the things in my head
My life is over, thank's to Alzheimer's
No more bullshit, i'll be resting in peace
Now please, hand him my titles
Credits
Writer(s): Slum Rebel
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