LYRICS:
i miss my home
sleep on a couch
can’t say a word
with out a doubt
i’m fucked up
cover my mouth
stuck in a cage
just let me out
i keep thinking bout things from the past
room of people i'm the only outcast
i don’t have that long before i might blast
one more drink because this might be my last
this is real life i can’t run away
i’m scratching through the floor for the escape 
if you see me right now
i can’t function
every single day a new form of some fuck shit 
love it
fuck it
i’m finna die i let the drugs hit
they don’t care if i overdose off a substance
i get away from everybody
when they meet me in person i don’t think they’d like me
ima hand them my depression since they wanna bite me
labels see me as some money but they wanna buy me 
i swear it’s all the same
i’m tired of playing games
made a bit of money now i think it’s time to focus
i don’t fuck with niggas anymore i’ll leave ya throat slit
bunch of fucking faggots finna simp over a broke bitch
i’m just in the crib while you waiting to get noticed
i don’t have the time
stop wasting my life

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