Praying To The Sky
You know it's fucked when the pain feel nice
Cheap liquor on ice, nice
I'm tryna get you out my head tonight (tonight)
I'm tryna get you out my fuckin' life (fuckin' life, right)
Then we fucked, then she sucked me off twice
Then I left that bitch alone like I was right, fuckin' right (wrong)
In your thong, smokin' strong outta bong
What the fuck, and I'm tryna make this song (hey, hey)
Young white prick, I get a kick out hittin' licks
Watch out I kick out yo bitch, just so I could cut my wrist
Bitch, I'm tatted out my shirt so I can't work, I make it flip
Pour my forty in the dirt, then light my dutch and take a sip
I hear voices in my head, they tellin' me to call it quits
I found some Xanax in my bed, I took that shit, went back to sleep
They gon' miss me when I'm dead, I lay my head and rest in peace
I'm prayin' to the sky, I don't even know why, man
Oh, I don't think I can take this anymore
No, I shed the blood from my wrist on the floor
Oh, fuck is you talkin' 'bout? My shit is dope
Play this shit when they put me in a hole
For eternity, so they can reap what they sow
Oh, I don't think I can do nothin' but flow
No, I don't know what she be fuckin' me for
Oh, I don't know why you in love with me, ho
I keep amphetamines up in my coat
I'm in the zone, I'm all on my own
You know it's fucked when the pain feel nice
Cheap liquor on ice, nice
I'm tryna get you out my head tonight (tonight)
I'm tryna get you out my fuckin' life (fuckin' life, right)
Then we fucked, then she sucked me off twice
Then I left that bitch alone like I was right, fuckin' right (wrong)
In your thong, smokin' strong outta bong
What the fuck, and I'm tryna make this song (hey, hey)
Young white prick, I get a kick out hittin' licks
Watch how I kick out yo bitch, just so I could cut my wrist
Bitch, I'm tatted out my shirt so I can't work, I make it flip
Pour my forty in the dirt then light my dutch and take a sip
I hear voices in my head, they tellin' me to call it quits
I found some Xanax in my bed, I took that shit, went back to sleep
They gon' miss me when I'm dead, I lay my head and rest in peace
I'm prayin' to the sky, I don't even know why, man
Autor(es): Gustav Elijah Ahr
