Death Of Me

Lord,
Fours up
Dynasty

I don't get no rest until I rest in peace
Baby can you love me? Or what's left of me
I need you close, but there's no helping me
I'm just praying the drugs ain't the death of me
I don't get no rest until I rest in peace
Baby can you love me? Or what's left of me
I need you close, but there's no helping me
I'm just praying the drugs ain't the death of me

Yeah I showed you love but you was blinded to the fact
Yo' nigga don't want no smoke, he want faith like a pack
Married to the lifestyle, it's like I made a pact
Took another Xanny, just to see if I relax
Heard the news about Q-Mack and didn't know how to act
Death is all around me and I'm dressed in all black
Momma think I'm too attached to pillies like they snacks
I gotta stay rollin' so I'm off another batch
Back to the paper, like a nigga turned the page
I try to escape but I think its way too late
Drugs is my fate like I'm [?]
Took my drugs by the trinity I feel like I'm Blade
2017 in the Challenger dodging pain
Three pipes in the whip, half times I can't explain
Bitch in the driver's seat just in case we pulled over
Probably 'cause ten times out of ten I wasn't sober

I don't get no rest until I rest in peace
Baby can you love me? Or what's left of me
I need you close, but there's no helping me
I'm just praying the drugs ain't the death of me
I don't get no rest until I rest in peace
Baby can you love me? Or what's left of me
I need you close, but there's no helping me
I'm just praying the drugs ain't the death of me

So much weight on my shoulders that I'm startin' to get sore
Can't bottle up my emotions, no not no more
I get throwed, just to hide the pain, I have a four
Depression is a genie bottle up in my core
It was bottled up, now it's bottoms up chase the fear
Real niggas here so you know our problems near
Pop another perc just to keep my brain clear
I'm mixin' prescriptions that's what my momma may fear
I don't do this for fun I'm emotionally distant
Beg for my sanity, never beg for forgiveness
It was like [?], I went from rags to riches
But with every bag I got reality turned fiction
Cough syrup, on a four
Goddamn I ain't coughing
Momma think a nigga have strep throat too often
Early morning poppin' sippin' like I'm gettin' coughin'
At least four times I was 'posed to be in that coffin

I don't get no rest until I rest in peace
Baby can you love me? Or what's left of me
I need you close, but there's no helping me
I'm just praying the drugs ain't the death of me
I don't get no rest until I rest in peace
Baby can you love me? Or what's left of me
I need you close, but there's no helping me
I'm just praying the drugs ain't the death of me

Yeah, Yeah, yeah
Ain't the death of me



Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Moore
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