Lyrics: Anthony Tubbs/Theodore Ravhanza
Music: Anthony Tubbs/Theodore Ravhanza
They like memory and that ghost hit
Laying round 'til that coke hits
Why the **** am i lonely
When my bank account is on 'oh shit'
I cannot be sad, so i'ma get angry
Yell'til my throat itch
Then i'll wake up, under rain clouds
While my old house, is foreclosing
I hate the past, but it's all i see
Like a bad bitch, it might swallow me
And that one cop is still calling me
Cause they still stuck on that robbery
They got no leads,and i'm impatient
I might turn to an inpatient
For the truth, yea i've been waiting
My mental fades as i'm pill taking
I felt like chance on the acid
Back when ifell in love with my passion
**** it, now i do drugs in the attic
Mom i swear i won't turn to an addict
Never thought i'd be a has been
Song a week, but i'm losing the traction
I don't dream anymore,i see blackness
All alone in this room, like a casket
All alone is this room with a jacket
Keeping me from the way i've been acting
All the money and fame that i bask in
They look at me and they robbin like baskin
So much time and the money and practice
Burnt away, my career is in ashes
I can't salvage the wreck i'll move past it
Now i'm back in the cycle of average