Life's a motherfucker

I keep the drugs in my trench coat

I’m sick with it like I'm dealing with strep throat I might pop a xan but that won't take the pain away but can I get back all the time that I gave away god dam, shit just got real not a single one wanna care how I feel but these perks keep me numb pop em till I’m dumb wonder who I've become I've always been scum I slur my words off the percs and I feel absurd and all I've gotta ask is what's next? What's the point of all these checks what's the point of a Rolex when even at my best I'm still depressed never will I let a bitch give me relief only in myself only in myself will I ever believe

If it clouds it rains

I could pray for better days

I could listen to what you say

Life’s a game but I refuse to play

So I’ll do it my own way pop a xan until I'm on a castaway

Let these thoughts run through my brain

And go insane

Let my thoughts split and my mind race smoke a blunt as I float into space there’s a difference between us you practice arrogance in realty there could be no comparison in me I'm my own fucking person so let me be, I'm my own fucking burden