You told me not to stick around but I can see you in my sounds 
I get any bitch I want but I still cry about this one
Once I get my riches up I get my shit and skip this town 
I can’t help but missin her but she don’t wanna talk about it

I feel like a sickness now 
Why my brain so underground 
My head is fillin up with doubt 
My hair is falling out my scalp


All that shit we talked about 
You sent my ass straight to the pound 
Remember I slept on your couch 
At least my ass was still around

I can’t help but feel this  now 
Someone help my liver out 
Sometimes wanna kms
The liquors only thing that helps

Tell me what you thinking bout
 I’m just tryna figure out 
I can’t even leave my house 
Bitch you got me cryin now

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