Too Many Nights (feat. OB Jowe)
Reaching out in hell baby come give me your hand
I'm burning slowly
All these shorties going crazy they blowing just like fan
Got the bands no folding
Wailing in pain need a shoulder
You think you're ice but I'm colder
Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying
Pop a perc so I know my brain so is going be frying
Have me colder in a second
Have me dying in a minute
Long hours feeling helpless
Many days filled with stressing
Always lying when they question
Ask me how I'm really feeling
Tell them go away, I tell them go away
I build my part
I played it all
I showed up every time you called for my heart
No one knows about the vices that I chose
No one knows about the pain that I held close
Too many nights I drank myself to sleep
Too many nights ain't trying to pop them pills
Too many nights was trying to keep that thrill
Too many nights, too many nights
Reaching out in hell baby come give me your hand
I'm burning slowly
All these shorties going crazy they blowing just like fan
Got the bands no folding
Wailing in pain need a shoulder
You think you're ice but I'm colder
Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying
Pop a perc so I know my brain so is gon' be frying
See an old friend bet he wishing I was dead now
Sorry to my family and I don't even know how
Can't seem to escape all the memories you know why
Stuck in this state of mind and I can't seem to get out
Stuck on suicide that's all I think about
Can't do no 9 to 5 no my mind gets loud
Drinking so much liquor to protect my life
Evading all my problems I can't keep them out
Took them all, I think I took too many
Bought them all so you know that I am wealthy
Popped them all so my body can stay healthy
No withdrawals so I'm not throwing up nothing
Reaching out in hell baby come give me your hand
I'm burning slowly
All these shorties going crazy they blowing just like fan
Got the bands no folding
Wailing pain need a shoulder
You think you're ice but I'm colder
Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying
Pop a perc so I know my brain so is going be frying
I'm burning slowly
All these shorties going crazy they blowing just like fan
Got the bands no folding
Wailing in pain need a shoulder
You think you're ice but I'm colder
Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying
Pop a perc so I know my brain so is going be frying
Have me colder in a second
Have me dying in a minute
Long hours feeling helpless
Many days filled with stressing
Always lying when they question
Ask me how I'm really feeling
Tell them go away, I tell them go away
I build my part
I played it all
I showed up every time you called for my heart
No one knows about the vices that I chose
No one knows about the pain that I held close
Too many nights I drank myself to sleep
Too many nights ain't trying to pop them pills
Too many nights was trying to keep that thrill
Too many nights, too many nights
Reaching out in hell baby come give me your hand
I'm burning slowly
All these shorties going crazy they blowing just like fan
Got the bands no folding
Wailing in pain need a shoulder
You think you're ice but I'm colder
Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying
Pop a perc so I know my brain so is gon' be frying
See an old friend bet he wishing I was dead now
Sorry to my family and I don't even know how
Can't seem to escape all the memories you know why
Stuck in this state of mind and I can't seem to get out
Stuck on suicide that's all I think about
Can't do no 9 to 5 no my mind gets loud
Drinking so much liquor to protect my life
Evading all my problems I can't keep them out
Took them all, I think I took too many
Bought them all so you know that I am wealthy
Popped them all so my body can stay healthy
No withdrawals so I'm not throwing up nothing
Reaching out in hell baby come give me your hand
I'm burning slowly
All these shorties going crazy they blowing just like fan
Got the bands no folding
Wailing pain need a shoulder
You think you're ice but I'm colder
Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying
Pop a perc so I know my brain so is going be frying
Credits
Writer(s): Joep Bogaerts
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