The Cycle

I got up this morning half dead on my couch
This the routine that we set in the South
Meddling doubt I be letting it out
Ain't got a ounce there's a menacing drought
So I refill with the Cody's still
Hold these pills let my nose re-heal
While I slowly peel down these eighteen's
10 in the morning my intake clean
MDMA what I been taking
So I call up my crew cause I know they keen
Where you at mah co?
I'm at home my G gonna cash my dough then I'll roll round 3
Yeah that's fine with me
Killin' anxiety
living just tires me
So I give it entirely jack shit
Same as my missus don't need that bitch
But I need my fix so I'll be back quick
Got a lot on my mind live and breath that shit
Numbing my pain with a trip
Cover my brain with a tint
This ain't no stint this is my life caught in the cycle
These are the moments that never go viral
Ain't no recital we doing this now
Liquor and drugs removing the clouds
Over my head I'm refusing the help
Somebody buy me a funeral shroud
That's where I'm going I'm losing myself
Abusing the body my usual health is suffering damage
Pain in my chest
I know I can manage a day then I'll rest
Nothing to stress I'll be keeping the standard
People around me but I'm feeling stranded
Hold that life line one more life time I'm quite like this day till night its 365
And I'm fine right here
Think I might lie right here
Probably gonna die right here
Spend a little time right here

That's the Cycle
That's the motherfucking Cycle
That's the Cycle
That's the motherfucking Cycle
That's the Cycle
That's the motherfucking Cycle
That's the Cycle
That's the motherfucking Cycle



Credits
Writer(s): Judah Horn, Judah Kidd
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