Cross, you're crazy
St-mira, baby
It's two am and I have insecurities
My mind is full of muddy
It's late at night and
I'm trippin' off the codeine
Sick of livin', sick of livin'
I've been thinkin' about girls since
I'm 11
I might bleed out delirious
Alone In here I'm furious
Oh, I drown, I go down
Where am I now?
In the darkness, in the shadows
Run away in my soul
And my brain is where is all the dope
Sippin on syrup like it's sugary
Sippin on that muddy
I taste all the misery
I have pain Just let me bleed
Just let me see, just let me sleep
Let me be, let me bleed
Call me Mike Tyson, make you bleed
Call me Stephen Curry
With the three
I'mma ball out like Cp3
Oh, knock you out, one, two, three
Oh, one, two, three
1000 times
Amount off times
That I steeped in the air
In the building I weep
I don't care
I cry all the time in here
My mind is full of muddy
It's late at night
And I'm trippin' off the codeine
Sick of livin', sick of livin'
I've been thinkin' about you
Since last night
I don't wanna die
I know you try
With demons I fight
I fight