[Verse 1]

Three A.M., sobering up is so boring (Huh)

Your homie says you're pouring it up until morning comes (Comes)

Broken from the core to the top, you’re still forging (Fuck)

Liquor store will open at eight, get more 40's (Uh)

Warning signs, you keep on ignoring 'em You're hypnotized (You're hypnotized) The system cries out Ready to Die Baby, I'm not surprised (Baby, I'm not surprised)

I know this time you go to drive you’ll close your eyes and coast the ride (Coast the ride)

The rope is tied, the noose is bold, this news is old

These suicidal thoughts eat you alive

But still (Still) I've never heard you cry

The tears have dried away from the heat of all your burning lies (Burning lies)

The worst disguise; You being happy behind these morbid eyes (Morbid eyes)

You're feeling like a zombie, yet we treat you like the Poltergeist (Poltergeist)

You're cold as ice (Cold as ice)

Colt 45 (45) the Double Malts holstered at your side, no lie (No lie)

I should have some assaults from the balled up fists to your face (Face)

Proceed to flip you off (Flip you off)

We're drifting off so rip the coffin open ‘fore I kill you off (Kill you off)

[Skit]

Gun shots Uh, uh, uh, uh

Car crashing Police sirens

[Verse 2]

Three cops tee off the back window then they beat off

The passenger side, glass in the ride; Unlocked

The light's in my eyes, brightening like a T-stop

It's blinding my sights, I’m trying to climb; My knees lock

I'm seesawing from the weak nausea to my free-falling depression

Since an adult, lessons what I keep stalling

Eavesdropping on my own dementia

Christmas Eve's popping up in one day

This whole dimension's why I see coffins

I see convicts walking with me, talking sweet nonsense

I need problems ‘cause help's what I never seek often

I fiend off 'em; Not pity but to deplete tolerance

Feed off the feeling of guilt before I drink up like water

Four 40 ouncers? No problem That's seven and a half pounds of malt liquor into my stomach

Then get up into the car to the bar to get shots of vodka

Shot up like ‘caine in the nostrils

10 G's to free up the father

My daughter's still with the mother

No wonder, thought I should cover up the discovery

I drank to numb the pain of the shittiest version of me

I played the same old games without any intentions of winning back the love I had for myself

It's getting ugly like Mac But I don't think that it's ever gonna be sunny

Champagne; That's all to blame ‘cause it never helped make me bubbly

Hard liquor, beer, wine, tequila, rum, shot of Absinthe

I'm buzzing, or am I drunk?

All I know is my spirit is undercoming

Coming, coming, coming

[Bridge]

Die, fuck you I love you You're better Forever With some booze It's the truth More coke No joke You're obtuse No one knew When you're drinking Wishful thinking So confused Wished up new From the smoke Thoughts I spoke Nothing's new Sky's still blue And you're broke Man, I'm stoked Rushing to Pushing through Get the rope With the most Hang this noose Lame excuse With a toast To go for broke To stay true This changed view To my folks Is the spokes This knee-deep hole To help me roll That I've dug With a punch Is for me, so Attention, people I'm done I'm not done Finished weeping Since a preteen Death is creeping To more recent So I'm reaping I can speak things Pain of grieving That they can't even Let in the Phantom Begin to fathom Like it's a tandem I need a fandom No longer random Already have one Like I'm a Meeseeks I'm all I need, B

My spirit's bleeding It's not a repeat

My spirit's bleeding This shit's a three-peat

My spirit's bleeding Cause I have re-re-

[Verse 3]

Returned, back with a vengeance, done with the counterblow

Nose stuffed up like a full taxi, thermostat 'bout to blow

I'm proud to own the fact that I'm sober I finally found my home right down the road So I keep the bars tendered

Sit down and hold to the fact my sound is gold

Run it back; My sound is cold

Run it forward like passing the running back to field the goal

Lead in MAC's to hound the dogs

Spreading stacks of thousand dollars dead in cash

If somehow my wallet split in half, my cards I'd fold An ass-wipe for my credit ‘cause this rap shit I'm indebted to

Born into the same numbers where Eminem had grew 1994, dressed in school with the clothes of a petty fool

Next thing I knew, I'm bumping some Tech; The power’s absolute Matter fact, shit's eccentric Next act I turn on is Kendrick Ecstatic when I hear Biggie An addict for Jarren Benton Illmatic; That's quintessential My rapping won't hit those levels But pairing my craft to theirs is like comparing pens to pencils, bitch

Gun shot