Dead End
Blow chills, spit the drip and then I face some
Straight filth in my system now my brain done
Dead ends, wish that I could stay away from
Got dead friends, man I swear that I can't make none
Blow chills, spit the drip and then I face some
Straight filth in my system now my brain done
Dead ends, wish that I could stay away from
Got dead friends, man I swear that I can't make none
Sippin drank feel like decaf, I need to up the proof
Tied to nothing, I don't think I'm ever breaking loose
Taking shots all day and skip the shit I need to do
To all my loved ones I wish I could show more love to you
Overthink everything my brain is stuck with a million thoughts in a minute
Too many "fuck it, we ball"s, it feel like I'm getting close to my limit
Promise myself that I'm gonna keep working until I can finally get it
Ride on the crazy train, one more fuck up and I'm punching my ticket
Blow chills, spit the drip and then I face some
Straight filth in my system now my brain done
Dead ends, wish that I could stay away from
Got dead friends, man I swear that I can't make none
Blow chills, spit the drip and then I face some
Straight filth in my system now my brain done
Dead ends, wish that I could stay away from
Got dead friends, man I swear that I can't make none
Straight filth in my system now my brain done
Dead ends, wish that I could stay away from
Got dead friends, man I swear that I can't make none
Blow chills, spit the drip and then I face some
Straight filth in my system now my brain done
Dead ends, wish that I could stay away from
Got dead friends, man I swear that I can't make none
Sippin drank feel like decaf, I need to up the proof
Tied to nothing, I don't think I'm ever breaking loose
Taking shots all day and skip the shit I need to do
To all my loved ones I wish I could show more love to you
Overthink everything my brain is stuck with a million thoughts in a minute
Too many "fuck it, we ball"s, it feel like I'm getting close to my limit
Promise myself that I'm gonna keep working until I can finally get it
Ride on the crazy train, one more fuck up and I'm punching my ticket
Blow chills, spit the drip and then I face some
Straight filth in my system now my brain done
Dead ends, wish that I could stay away from
Got dead friends, man I swear that I can't make none
Blow chills, spit the drip and then I face some
Straight filth in my system now my brain done
Dead ends, wish that I could stay away from
Got dead friends, man I swear that I can't make none
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Writer(s): Jaron Simons
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