O.D.

I used to fiddle with death, it's OD
Still stuck in the midst of it all
I don't see the bliss in the call
The druggin' would fit the facade
You dummy the spliff was involved
My stomach was itchin' to stop
Was running I tripped in the stall
What's funny my mind just isn't the boss
The only thing finished is loss
It's nothing I'm still in the yard, I come when you're gone
I had to come back on these feelings
To comfort your soul, I cope with the cost
It's all for nothing, still took all the summer to cope
Feel sick when it come to my phone
A bummer my supper was toking
Can't pick up a number I know
Still took all the summer to cope
Feel sick when it come to my phone
A bummer my supper was toking, still
Can't pick up a member I know
I used to fiddle with death it's OD
Thankful my sister be checkin on me
Child of middle, my breath is on riddle mode
Sobering difficult, steady defeat



Credits
Writer(s): Camden Barnes
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