Day I Die
I want my weed, my drinks, my drugs
Cause these thoughts will never leave my mind
Feel with control, directors cut
Don't watch the film, I'm out of sight
False sense of hope, stuck in a rut
But I need control of, all my life
These fuckas fake, these fuckas lie
And I'll take that bitch till the day I die
I want my weed, my drinks, my drugs
Cause these thoughts will never leave my mind
Feel with control, directors cut
Don't watch the film, I'm out of sight
False sense of hope, stuck in a rut
But I need control of, all my life
These fuckas fake, these fuckas lie
And I'll take that bitch till the day I die
Acting like you always came in my way
In reality you'd fall on your face
Talk a lot for someone who can't control fate
Now you pray to god to test your faith
Got the racks in the back of the backseat
And she lay me down like she arrest me
I swear to god you will never trip me
I swear to god tricks don't phase me
Nobody control film better than me
Nobody here tryna go out send me
You can't exist, you can't contend me
You don't exist amongst enemies
Don't wanna hear, not even please
Popping a pill, I'm falling asleep
Crash to the floor, onto my knees
Nobody out here is better than me
Wake up again, all on the floor
My life at this point has just come to a bore
Passing around going straight to the door
Oh my god Naila, why are you a whore?
Life has been tailored to the perfect cut
And I have control that is fitted just such
Fresh out the roll and got plenty of more
Watch Infrared going up and just sore
I want my weed, my drinks, my drugs
Cause these thoughts will never leave my mind
Feel with control, directors cut
Don't watch the film, I'm out of sight
False sense of hope, stuck in a rut
But I need control of, all my life
These fuckas fake, these fuckas lie
And I'll take that bitch till the day I die
I want my weed, my drinks, my drugs
Cause these thoughts will never leave my mind
Feel with control, directors cut
Don't watch the film, I'm out of sight
False sense of hope, stuck in a rut
But I need control of, all my life
These fuckas fake, these fuckas lie
And I'll take that bitch till the day I die
Cause these thoughts will never leave my mind
Feel with control, directors cut
Don't watch the film, I'm out of sight
False sense of hope, stuck in a rut
But I need control of, all my life
These fuckas fake, these fuckas lie
And I'll take that bitch till the day I die
I want my weed, my drinks, my drugs
Cause these thoughts will never leave my mind
Feel with control, directors cut
Don't watch the film, I'm out of sight
False sense of hope, stuck in a rut
But I need control of, all my life
These fuckas fake, these fuckas lie
And I'll take that bitch till the day I die
Acting like you always came in my way
In reality you'd fall on your face
Talk a lot for someone who can't control fate
Now you pray to god to test your faith
Got the racks in the back of the backseat
And she lay me down like she arrest me
I swear to god you will never trip me
I swear to god tricks don't phase me
Nobody control film better than me
Nobody here tryna go out send me
You can't exist, you can't contend me
You don't exist amongst enemies
Don't wanna hear, not even please
Popping a pill, I'm falling asleep
Crash to the floor, onto my knees
Nobody out here is better than me
Wake up again, all on the floor
My life at this point has just come to a bore
Passing around going straight to the door
Oh my god Naila, why are you a whore?
Life has been tailored to the perfect cut
And I have control that is fitted just such
Fresh out the roll and got plenty of more
Watch Infrared going up and just sore
I want my weed, my drinks, my drugs
Cause these thoughts will never leave my mind
Feel with control, directors cut
Don't watch the film, I'm out of sight
False sense of hope, stuck in a rut
But I need control of, all my life
These fuckas fake, these fuckas lie
And I'll take that bitch till the day I die
I want my weed, my drinks, my drugs
Cause these thoughts will never leave my mind
Feel with control, directors cut
Don't watch the film, I'm out of sight
False sense of hope, stuck in a rut
But I need control of, all my life
These fuckas fake, these fuckas lie
And I'll take that bitch till the day I die
Credits
Writer(s): Naila A.
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