Alcohol & Weed
I take a drink and then I take another
The bottle goes back in the box
Why should I bleed for others?
No ones around it's just me
I look into myself
My ego tells me that I'm all I need
My logic tells me I should tell somebody
I feel like dying, fuck pity, I won't call nobody
Nobody shows like everybody tell it
Like everybody sell it
My blood's a pretty velvet
I
I've seen myself die like a million times
I hide it well, you've never peeped it in a million rhymes
And if you did, you never called after you'd seen the signs
So fuck you, I don't need nothing
Yeah, I'm doing fine, well alright
I keep it movin, it don't pay me
To sit around, with a little frown
"Poor me the world just hates me"
I gotta take action
These bills gotta get paid
My baby needs to eat and there's verses to be laid
I gotta say
Alcohol and weed's guaranteed to never leave
I roll that shit up
I light it then I breathe
My minds no longer clouded
I'm feeling like I'm free
But I'm wrong
This ain't doing shit for me
What will I be?
I wake up drunk
Still, my house is a mess
No kids, no pets, just a text to my ex
Now I'm stressed
We don't click
We just love when we sex
I'll admit, I ain't shit
My perceptions perplexed, sigh
My visions blurry
My minds gone
My heads hurting
Rage in a fury
My heart's cold
I let dirt in
I fucked my life up
Now death's flirting
Is that curtains?
I'm missing work
Now I feel worthless
Is that purpose?
What will I say to my kids
What will my kids say
When I got nothing to give
We had some good days
Will I know them fully
Will they know me
Time's always in a hurry
Everybody's dying slowly
We keep going
Live, love, laugh they say
Fuck bitches get cash they say
Get rich or die trying
Damn, my favorite uncle just passed away
If only I'd answered his call
I didn't do it, I was stressed
I should've, I feel like a piece of shit
Am I lying to myself? I'm depressed
I guess
Alcohol and weed's guaranteed to never leave
I roll that shit up
I light it then I breathe
My minds no longer clouded
I'm feeling like I'm free
But I'm wrong
This ain't doing shit for me
What will I be?
Gotta face my fears
I gotta fight my demons
I've shed too many tears
My inner child is screaming
I gotta get up go
This is too much to be dreaming
I keep swinging, I fall
Things ain't what they've been seeming
The bottle goes back in the box
Why should I bleed for others?
No ones around it's just me
I look into myself
My ego tells me that I'm all I need
My logic tells me I should tell somebody
I feel like dying, fuck pity, I won't call nobody
Nobody shows like everybody tell it
Like everybody sell it
My blood's a pretty velvet
I
I've seen myself die like a million times
I hide it well, you've never peeped it in a million rhymes
And if you did, you never called after you'd seen the signs
So fuck you, I don't need nothing
Yeah, I'm doing fine, well alright
I keep it movin, it don't pay me
To sit around, with a little frown
"Poor me the world just hates me"
I gotta take action
These bills gotta get paid
My baby needs to eat and there's verses to be laid
I gotta say
Alcohol and weed's guaranteed to never leave
I roll that shit up
I light it then I breathe
My minds no longer clouded
I'm feeling like I'm free
But I'm wrong
This ain't doing shit for me
What will I be?
I wake up drunk
Still, my house is a mess
No kids, no pets, just a text to my ex
Now I'm stressed
We don't click
We just love when we sex
I'll admit, I ain't shit
My perceptions perplexed, sigh
My visions blurry
My minds gone
My heads hurting
Rage in a fury
My heart's cold
I let dirt in
I fucked my life up
Now death's flirting
Is that curtains?
I'm missing work
Now I feel worthless
Is that purpose?
What will I say to my kids
What will my kids say
When I got nothing to give
We had some good days
Will I know them fully
Will they know me
Time's always in a hurry
Everybody's dying slowly
We keep going
Live, love, laugh they say
Fuck bitches get cash they say
Get rich or die trying
Damn, my favorite uncle just passed away
If only I'd answered his call
I didn't do it, I was stressed
I should've, I feel like a piece of shit
Am I lying to myself? I'm depressed
I guess
Alcohol and weed's guaranteed to never leave
I roll that shit up
I light it then I breathe
My minds no longer clouded
I'm feeling like I'm free
But I'm wrong
This ain't doing shit for me
What will I be?
Gotta face my fears
I gotta fight my demons
I've shed too many tears
My inner child is screaming
I gotta get up go
This is too much to be dreaming
I keep swinging, I fall
Things ain't what they've been seeming
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Writer(s): Daniel Bonilla
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