hold on, i'll be right back

Bitch turn down the lights, yeah it's too bright
Bitch I'm not Yung Anakin, Yung Poltergeist
Ghosts in my head, smoke dope in my bed
Drank too much, now my fuckin liver dead
Can't live and rest
Gotta write some shit like every day before I lay to rest
Fuck you mean you next?
Sounding like the rest
Bitch I'm grade A like a test, nothing but a blunt after the smoke sesh

Midwest kid, sometimes smoke cigs
Doping every day, just so I can handle shit
Call me young Klay Thompson cuz I never miss
Used to drown in liquor now I rarely ever sip



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Writer(s): Jacob Brouwer
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