prod me

and its too much in my lungs
too much in my cup
and its paint up on my white t shirt
im way too done
i dont need your voice in my phone
she mad every time i leave because im a foot soldier
i just wanna sleep is it cuz im getting older
and im putting xyz in my nose getting colder
and theres no one to believe i keep looking over my shoulder
pockets fat cuz ive been selling boulders
leave that boy to bleed and i Felt so disgusted
i wont even fucking lie and say i loved it
and this freebase making signs im where the sun is
no more feeling in my body
didnt feel it so i popped three
call militia drinking coffee
i just want to talk please do you want to talk please you know me

Wat about this change did you say
party like its may 68th
in the party im just waving a white flag
said be careful theres some mace in the white bag
its a big ass rifle and it might snap
smoking kent its a nice pack
walking out the bank pop a price tag
19pm he was crying couldnt fight back