Sep 5, 2023
Sit at home and drink by myself my thoughts harassin' me
Actually, as a matter of fact,
she ain't gettin' back to me.//
Said I was raised inside this gritty city, ridin' through, you probably miss me.//
Trapped inside these dreams of mine.//
Starin' inside of heaven's eyes,
the gates will never open.//
I'm smokin' on this field of hope,
waitin' 'til my deal gets closed.//
I keep gettin' hotter, but all I seem to feel is cold.//
I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you.//
This the last day of your life,
this the motherfuckin' last day
of my life.//
(This music go with my funeral).