I got bad habits
I ain't letting them go
I might overdose on meds
And Imma smoke 'till I choke
Got purple lines up in my cup
Think I been moving too slow
Been coughing on the nicotine
These Spirits burning too slow

What a waste
I been waiting out the time you see
Contemplating suicide over my misery
And as these days keep passing by
I still don't feel nothing
And when I wake up
I can still hear all the vultures sing
Little space in my room
And I know it's a mess
I been stressed, depressed
And lately a bit fucked in the head
Tryna listen to these people
Not the voice in my head
But still I think of dying out
Let that despite what you said
I got

I ain't letting them go
I might overdose on meds
And Imma smoke 'till I choke
Got purple lines up in my cup
Think I been moving too slow

I got bad habits
I ain't letting them go
I might overdose on meds
And Imma smoke 'till I choke
Got purple lines up in my cup
Think I been moving too slow
Been coughing on the nicotine
These Spirits burning too slow