This bitch saying eat me out
But I’m tryna get an EP out 
This shit is therapy, not for clout 
Tie bricks to my feet and watch me drown

Chasing who I used to be
But Ion know who I used to be
People keep on using me
Take some shots before I smoke my weed

Think about the past
While I try to not relapse 
Controls been outta my grasp
Just hit a new low, hope this high will last

Haven’t slept in a week
I feel like a zombie 
Giving bitches the creeps
When they all up on me

It’s always the same shit
Tired of all this fake shit 
Bump Cig C before the fame hit
Take this roach and face it

Begging for some rest 
I know I’m closer to my death
Always, always outta breath
My life ain’t no fucking flex

DEAD ZONE

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