Full Throttle

This is what i do with my
This what i do with my bottle
This what i do with my bottle
This what i do with my bottle
This is what i do with my uh

Woke up in the morning felt uneasy stomach queasy
Shit i feel a pit inside my stomach time to run it
Going straight to the toilet, wishing that body didn't have to boil it down
To regurgitation wanna murder patience wanna learn the ways
Of tryna overcome my demons maybe I should be a little sober
I don't need exposure need no therapy the better me is picking up pieces
Through bottles, Iam no role model.
I don't see apostles
I don't know gods flow I know i'm John Doe
Anonymous to my own self
Oblivious to my own health
I was just partying putting Bacrdi inside my cup nigga this how it be
Used to the fractures of weekend
My niggas was tweaking and seeking some moments of peace
I was just tryna forget and repent for the ways of a sinner
I know ain't it cheap
Heaven is coming at price
When you rolling the dice understand how heavy the fee is
We all gotta die, we all got try say amen
We all gotta strive, to stick an survive say amen
We all gotta cry, we all gotta sigh, we need relief
The problems collide, don't fuck up my high
Don't fuck up mi high uh

This is what I do with my bottle
I'm gon pick it up and go full throttle
I'm gon fill it up with my sorrows
Don't know if i'll make it out tomorrow

This is what I do with my bottle
I'm gon pick it up and go full throttle
I'm gon fill it up with my sorrows
Don't know if i'll make it out tomorrow

Misused and abused the worst version of me
Dirtied my vision, mario kart squid
But the shot was clean, that 40 gave me a reprieve
Swallowed my grief but threw it back up on whoever I seen
Look at you who broke up my home
Chest hollowed because of what was condoned
Until we couldn't take it no more
Not venting made the heart cold
Face turn to stone
Season long episodes
Screamed at you, looking back at me with no remorse
Your neck I choked till I passed out blacked out
Couldn't entertain you cuz my past still acts out,
Your enjoyment embellished, give you no credit
Unemployment your fetish, niggas addiction you crave it
Relish in the niggas that be selling
Family, friends, they choose you
Who knew, what you give them other than a
Moment from the blues blues, them clues clues
Nigga I tuned in so many homes you ruined
Peoples sorrows that you preyed on
Denied, they problems and losing
Everything they life was built on
They used you to celebrate, but to drink all day
They had to start in the morning to drown out the pain

This is what I do with my bottle
I'm gon pick it up and go full throttle
I'm gon fill it up with my sorrows
Don't know if i'll make it out tomorrow

This is what I do with my bottle
I'm gon pick it up and go full throttle
I'm gon fill it up with my sorrows
Don't know if i'll make it out tomorrow aye



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Writer(s): Adamu Mba
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