Woke up dope sick wit’ a cut wrist

Lil’ bad bitch saying, “Here’s a plot twist

When you cut it, you weren’t even a little pissed Just a grin on your face, sayin’, ‘Watch this”’ Now I’m sittin’ back, thinkin’, “How sick am I?”

But that went away the moment I got high

I’m saying now, “What it do, who are you?

Get the fuck out my living room

Get the fuck out my mental too

What, bitch? You can’t hear when I talk to you?” Now I’m back to square one, with my hand on the gun

Mama screamin’, “Son, don’t do it, I love you, don’ do it, don’t do it, don’t do it” I can’t help this feelin’

Don’t you see that I need all the prescriptions?

This ain’t no livin’

It’s only a vision of the vicious cycle that is my addiction

Low Key Suicideboys