Lyrics: John Golf
Music: John Golf
At the end of my rope, I'm screamin' out, **** it
I hate the drugs, but when I use, I love it
A painful love, the kind of pain where no one cares
Addiction, the whispers in my ears
Think you're better than this, hah, regret to inform
It's your daily routine bro, this joint is the norm
You say you're getting off, but we been here before
Here, I'll pass you some cash, you should go get more
I'm an addict and I like it
Like a superhero, I guess weed must be my sidekick
I cannot go back so I been prowling for a new fix
Smoking different strains, someone tell me where the boof is
Tell me why you're lacking, I can't trust you 'cause I know you finna fold
Too many times I told myself, "This m*******a getting old"
I put those thoughts right in a cage, then I smoke me another bowl
Tryna melt all the time away, every minute just too cold
I'm a d**k addict, I love it when she touches the pole
My automatic, bullets addicting to taking souls
We let 'em have it, empty the clip then reload
My bullets on go while I smoke some blow
I need it, I need my fix
I went and shopped at Neimans 'cause I'm so rich
Shawty wet and fiendin', dreamin'
Thinkin' 'bout my next time
I'm hot and high, next to the dragon, the one in my mind
At the end of my rope, I'm screamin' out, **** it
I hate the drugs, but when I use, I love it
A painful love, the kind of pain where no one cares
Addiction, the whispers in my ears
Think you're better than this, hah, regret to inform
It's your daily routine bro, this joint is the norm
You say you're getting off, but we been here before
Here, I'll pass you some cash, you should go get more
Walking 'round with open arms but my heart remaining closed
Care so much about perception, I buy designer clothes
I don't think they pay attention as long they're fulfilled
Your homies be there for trips but don't wanna pay the bills
Smoke all up inside my lungs, decisions so complicated
LSD on my tongue, I don't know if I'ma make it
If I die, I'ma need a blunt, at least to keep me sedated
So tired of smoking Runtz, Gorilla Glue, I'ma face it all
I need the Adderall
The devil hits my line, and I answer that call
I don't care, no, 'cause I'm on my own highway to hell
Chasin' cash flow, but nigga, I ain't ****ing with Zelle
Like give me the Cash App
These other niggas feeling laugh tracks
Just off the top like a snap back
Your song will flop, we can't have that
Used to whip around in a hatchback
Now I drive around smoking big gas
With a white b***h, got a fat ass
Told me "Pass me that blunt"
That's that shit that I want right
At the end of my rope, I'm screamin' out, **** it
I hate the drugs, but when I use, I love it
A painful love, the kind of pain where no one cares
Addiction, the whispers in my ears
Think you're better than this, hah, regret to inform
It's your daily routine bro, this joint is the norm
You say you're getting off, but we been here before
Here, I'll pass you some cash, you should go get more