Eyes open like that light that keep the roaches from partying in the kitchen like its Saturday night fever
I'm eager to get rest
But this weight upon my chest
These barbells lie on my heart
But I don't know where to start
Man these bills are stacking high
Collectors out suckin me dry
And all I wanna do is cry
Cuz shit prevents me from being fly
Or that guy
Fridge on the corner askin for donations
Kicks got holes in em. Gettin paid for penetration
Stomach on bum status. Feet on that hoe shit
I need a blessing Lord. A getaway from all of it
Family hurtin. Family strugglin. Yet I'm stuck north
If anybody got a way out, please come forth!
Feeling I wasted my time with the wrong folks
Cuz these days they out laughin with some new folks
Did I miss what's funny? Oh I must me the new joke
They out here moving on up. I'm here like Mr. Slowpoke
So I'm here sluggin
Not here thuggin
Water chuggin
Cuz this the only thing wet that I'm lovin
Thought it was all mutal, guess it wasn't
Maybe I'm just buggin, blind yet looking for somethin
Cuz I'm tryna get my life in order
So it could lead to tatting up the names of my daughters
But those are future goals
Don't know what the future holds
Read my fate once it unfolds
I swear I got shit heatin up, just fetch me a match n some coals
Pissin up some lighter fluid
Yes only I could do it
Vents over. Let all of the out
Now back to what yall care about
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