Music: James T Crawford
I'm not drunk, I'm in love
And lost inside my head
I'm not drunk, I just don't know where I am
And I'm not gone, I'm not wrong on a scale from one to ten
I'm not drunk, I'm in love and lost again
Yeah, okgutta
I'm speakin' to you from my bedroom with a ratchet on my lap
It's up to me, this might be the last time that you ever hear me (Yeah)
I think police is on the way
I should just tell 'em I can't take back, I can only pay for God's forgiveness (Yeah)
I could've avoided this situation
My morals and my feelings are to blame for why I left a witness (Yeah)
There's no feelings in the game
I wanted to be ill and all they showed me was that I'm not truly wicked
I put the nigga who killed my brother six feet inside the ground
I had to do my job and go avenge him (Bitch)
No I didn't give a **** who he was with
I hit him and his bitch, I can't think of a better avengerin' (I can't)
His kid was with him and I let him live
I can't smoke children, but I leisurely created an orphan (Yeah)
I told the lil' nigga to follow God
The grim reaper is real and I'm the one that's workin' for him (What the)
I'm speakin' to you from my bedroom with a ratchet on my lap
It's up to me, this might be the last time that you ever hear me (Yeah)
Police knockin' at my door, they got my house surrounded
If I don't come out, they gon' come in and get me (Yeah)
I'm not lettin' twelve hold me, nigga
I'm 'bout to see how many I can kill and bring down with me (Yeah)
If this the last time I'm gon' see the daylight anyways
Then I might as well treat this like it's Call of Duty
This the first time I ever had a police stand off, nigga
And this the last time I'm ever gon' get to do it (Yeah)
I got sixty-three rounds on me
I bet I could put at least ten of these pigs in a coffin (Bitch)
Told my family I apologize
But I just caught my brother's killer and I ****in' offed him (Yeah)
I'm speakin' to you as the grim reaper
This'll be the last time that you ever hear me talkin'