Hacking off the fat I'm sick of having

And laughing off the backstabbing

Till I'm asthmatic

Backing off the packs I'm sick from hacking

My smile is cracked

And I'm asthmatic

Stained my fabric

And lost it's magic

Nowadays all it does it stop the panic

That's not how I planned it

Everything ain't panning out

Well ran outside to go stand in

Rain to calm my brain down

And watch it drain down the drain

To stop the scramble

I'm too much to handle

Mom can give you examples

Even in shambles

I will chop samples up

With no scalpel

More likely pads and stuff

It gets rough sometimes

Just be alright with that

Because the lucky times

Are gonna be right back

Don't give a fuck who lies

And know you on the right track

If you give up your mind

What you got left

Just a fucking life sack

That's worth nothing guy

So keep plugging

In time you're gonna get your light back

Yeah I like that

Beat up the odds

Neat brought the odds

Up a hill till you couldn't see

It P running no recharge

You deleted your quads

Life two feet never needed a squad

Sounds right to me

Life never gave me a reason to even jog

Right man leave we steaming and moving on

Moving on yes

Next chapter for me I guess

Looking back well I just couldn't clean the mess

You left stressed I'd imagine but I never knew what happened fully

You hid it from me

Then you dipped

So it's road to recovery

The road's slick

And I'm sinking in

The butter sometimes

We're both sick

And you think that's another lie

But don't trip

We'd be together in another life

With bows and ribbons

No hoes and chickens

Sucking on mine

Or yours for that matter

Always believe the chatter first

And I'm supposed to believe your worst lies

It hurts when your eyes say

One thing that your mouth doesn't

It hurts that I can't leave the bed

To piss without judgement

But fuck it

I guess I'm cursed to be a wild

Loud mouth mother fucker amounting to nothing