These Days Interlude
Yeah hey I ain't doing much sleeping these days I ain't doing much eating
These days I ain't doing much speaking these days God damn it, I'm tweaking
These days I'm trying to get back to myself no drugs gotta hold on me I'm
Just trying to get back to my health them drugs took a toll on me, cut her off
She might fall on me I told that ho she gotta go she asked me if she coming
Back, shit truth be told bae I don't know
I lost my trust, I'm still searching, I'm
Off drugs, the pill's working life let me fuck, it feel perfect
How the hell
I'm up but feel worthless
I lost my cousin, still hurting
I catch them fucks
I will murk them I just had signed and got the bag was supposed to put it up
I'm still splurging, I ain't even much saving that shit
Young nigga just
Making that shit
Act like I fuck with everybody
They don't know if I'm
Faking that shit
Niggas on that hatin ass shit
Swear to god i be hating
That shit
Sobriety breaking that shit, oxycontin, I'm taking that shit
I ain't doing much sleeping these days
I ain't doing much eating these days
I ain't doing much speaking these days
Swear to God I'm tweaking these days
Getting higher than I ever been
Swear to God I'm peaking these days
I'm talking about 24/7, it ain't just on the weekend these days
I probably need to
Hit a gym
I'm feeling weaker these days
I ain't even much reading these days
I've been blasting my speakers these days
Everybody tell me not to crash out
But what the fuck is the reason these days
The fuck is the reason these days
Nigga
These days I ain't doing much speaking these days God damn it, I'm tweaking
These days I'm trying to get back to myself no drugs gotta hold on me I'm
Just trying to get back to my health them drugs took a toll on me, cut her off
She might fall on me I told that ho she gotta go she asked me if she coming
Back, shit truth be told bae I don't know
I lost my trust, I'm still searching, I'm
Off drugs, the pill's working life let me fuck, it feel perfect
How the hell
I'm up but feel worthless
I lost my cousin, still hurting
I catch them fucks
I will murk them I just had signed and got the bag was supposed to put it up
I'm still splurging, I ain't even much saving that shit
Young nigga just
Making that shit
Act like I fuck with everybody
They don't know if I'm
Faking that shit
Niggas on that hatin ass shit
Swear to god i be hating
That shit
Sobriety breaking that shit, oxycontin, I'm taking that shit
I ain't doing much sleeping these days
I ain't doing much eating these days
I ain't doing much speaking these days
Swear to God I'm tweaking these days
Getting higher than I ever been
Swear to God I'm peaking these days
I'm talking about 24/7, it ain't just on the weekend these days
I probably need to
Hit a gym
I'm feeling weaker these days
I ain't even much reading these days
I've been blasting my speakers these days
Everybody tell me not to crash out
But what the fuck is the reason these days
The fuck is the reason these days
Nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Demarcus Pollard
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