I’m geekin I’ve been thuggin it out, I’ve got my quiet corner knife beside me screaming out loud
You keep on visiting my dreams like you think that I am proud 
of who I am bitch I can’t keep on living in all this doubt
I’d rather sip on my drink till I’m dying, I got gout in my bones
I take down all of these notes, maybe I could learn how to cope when I’m not on the dope
Laying down in the snow it’s sending shivers through my bones
Take it all up with a toke of the cush
Baby shh
I got no problems with you
I got problems with myself so I take it to the glue
I’m breathing in
I’m breathing out
And then I’m thinking of you
Back when you walked out
Like I meant nothing to you
Now there’s vomit on my shirt and there’s blood on my hands,
I ain’t praying to no god, they don’t care to understand,
If I’m gone by the morning just forget what I said 
Just Bag me up and tag me up n let me rot in the dirt
Don’t come here showing up to drag my fucking body to church
You ain’t never fucking called me when I walked on the earth
With my mind in a drift, 
looking siff like I’m maxed out

maxed out

Jb