Music: Edwin Chirino
**** witta Spider Gang you get bit
(I have to)
I'll get the money next week, just-
(Nah)
Please, please
I'm singing in the streets, out of tune (Out of tune)
'Cus I am sober now
And my skin feels like it's ****in' crawling again
'Cus I just need one more hit just to feel okay
I'm sober
So painfully sober
So painfully sober
And I don't know what to do
What to do
What to do
What to do
**** witta Spider Gang you get bit
All you mother****ers can't tell me shi
Walk around the city with a goddamn bag
When I was growin' up kids called me aβ (Shh)
Now I can't numb my pain
Don't care bout' the money and the fame
(I'm getting really ****ing sick of this shit
These drugs just make me fade away
Always said you felt thΠ΅ same ol' way
Like you used to
Wish I nΠ΅ver used to like I did
(Like I did, like I-)
I don't wanna be sober
Wake up think I finna lose my mind
Why you leave me? Why you waste my time?
Why you up there? Are you upset? (All this time)
Now you can't come back
The way that you left (I would make my meth)
Don't know us, I don't know a thing about us
White drugs, everything I need my drugs
Shit busts, b***h bad but she playin' like Rus
Lookin' back at it, can't believe that was us
I know you see me hittin' up your phone
You don't like to pick up
But I wish you would (I wish you would)
And I know you're sick and ****ing tired of it al
And I don't wanna make up
But I don't want bad blood
(But I don't want bad blood)