Jim Beam

You don't understand me, that's your trouble
Not my fault because you don't understand me
I don't understand you either
But I don't spend my whole life tryna put the blame over on you
Because my cigarette didn't light
Or because something didn't work right
I don't need to live in this physical realm
I walk around in the physical realm
And I put on the faces and I talk and I play and I???
It's just a big act man
In the spiritual world is where I live
I exist in places you never even dreamed of
Sipping on Jim Beam
When I die will you miss me
Feel like i'ma die when I whip that six speed
Or die from the drugs like Whitney
Oh really?
Anxiety got me drinking on Jim Beam
Yeah
Got me fucked up like my liver and my kidney
But I won't live long won't make it to 50
Yeah
You won't have a chance to kill me
Yeah
I'ma do it myself fuck what they tell me
Ain't nobody gunna come help me
Ain't no dream you could sell me
Not a crib, not a bitch, not a whip with a 12V
Gunna come help me ah
Either way I still feel off
Whether I shop at Gucci, Louis, Rick Owens, or Ross
Promise I'll still be lost
Sipping on that Ciroc
Drunk and holding my glock
Tryna find someone to pop
Woah
Home Alone
Pistol Close
Pour some more
Till i'm gone
We all die
All die
Sometimes
I don't wanna die
Wanna be alive
Sipping on
Jim Beam
When I die will you miss me
Feel like i'ma die when I whip that six speed
Or die from the drugs like Whitney
Oh really?
Anxiety got me drinking on Jim Beam
Yeah
Got me fucked up like my liver and my kidney
But I won't live long won't make it to 50
You won't have a chance to kill me
Yeah
I'ma do it myself fuck what they tell me



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Writer(s): Daniel Loaiza
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