Roll Away All My Pain

You've been jacking off your label
Ever since you saw that payroll
Baby face is smooth like mango
But my skin is white like mayo

So I'll never fit in
I got people on the inside telling me "its time to win"
I got people on my frontline sayin I'm better when I sin
I got people hating from the couch
That don't know half the shit I'm bout
Complaints surrounding either ear
I'm suprised that I can even hear

Trying to roll away all of my pain
5 grams of molly that'd make me in fucking sane
15 more blunts that's just pathetic in ways
30 more O's just to rest in my grave

17 years to find I don't mean a thing
Add another on just to let it all set in
18 now I'll probably soon be dead
I just gotta tell myself that the water's really gin

I have an addictive personality
These drugs are my fatality
They don't affect me normally
I thought it would end peacefully
Instead I'm up all night just wishing I could get some sleep
It's not fair, there's no lights and I'm counting all these sheep
I'm just dreaming for a dream that dont end with me on my knees
Screaming for the nearest dude to shoot at me with .223's

Good listener feel like Dumbo
Keep it dirty like a fucking dump, hoe
I'm waiting on these chumps though
To say I'll make enough of that lumped dough

Fraud all my taxes to afford that big rent
Heard a broad hit your car now your Accord has a dent
Catch me outside relaxing like I pitched up a tent
When i cash out and start dozing off a line of that fent
D.N.R. Do no resuscitate go on to the next

Cashed a check now I'm rich and famous
Paparazzi suck my dick like vapers
All of my friends turn soft like paper
Pussy boy you got a taper fade
Energizing on that Gatorade
I just use that co-ca caine
Feel it drippin all in my brain
Got the rover but lost the range

Bugs in my mouth
Slugs in my homie who's up on the couch
Sluts In my home where I sleep and I pout
I do this for fun it ain't ever for the clout



Credits
Writer(s): Tyson Dean O'bryan
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