Tryna Cope

I was off the pills
Now I'm off the ok ka dok
Momma telling me to chill
Since I lost hope

Now I watching myself drown
I think I need a boat
I'll never asked for help
The goodies help me cope

Get clear
I don't want to be here
Feel like Jesus in the 2nd act
I wanna disappear

Fuck what you heard
What do you hear
This year feels like last year
So, I'll see you all next year

I've been up all night
Overthinking left for right
They like it when I'm on drugs
Like all might

When I'm on drugs like all might
I tend to drink a lot of mikes
Suddenly I can throw a Mikes right

It's 420
I'm smoking weed with ecstasy
Just to see
My physical self-laying in misery
I don't know what's wrong with me
Pops telling me to chill
But he don't know how cold I am for real
These of frost bites
What the fuck are chills

I was off the pills
Now I'm off the ok ka dok
Momma telling me to chill
Since I lost hope

Now I watching myself drown
I think I need a boat
I'll never asked for help
The goodies help me cope



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathon Bethea
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link