Woke up today like where the drugs at
Bouta have a motherfuckin panic attack
Call me yung xanaxforthepanic
MISERY fly through the street

Ride with the heat on my side
Pistol grip up in the night
Ride down the town
Hey, hundred rounds up in the case

Pistol to my head but that ain't nothin to me
20 Xans in my hands I do this shit for free
Cocaine snort it off her tits in tha motel
Got her lit geeked up with a hundred rounds

Shooters on the roof aiming at my head
Laser point red dot and I'm gone dead
Creeping in the dungeon, yeah
Flying like I've been up on something

Smoking that dope ayy
Right to my throat when I trip
I'm all alone I cannot fall asleep
Cannot fall asleep with these demons in my bed yeah, ayy

Shawty pulling up, smoking up, swallowing up all my semen
Demon, I'm gleaming, yeah, ayy
I'm sipping on lean, I'm pouring codeine
Up in my Sprite, dirty alright

Woke up today like where the drugs at
Cocaine got me feeling like I'ma have a heart attack
Creeping in my dungeon, said fuck all of y'all
Higher than the ceiling I'm always standing tall

Hold up like where the drugs at? I'ma need some more
Know that she hate it when I'm fucking high
But baby, this the only reason I'm alive
Cold heart and it's just getting colder
Same day but I'm just getting older
Pull up with a Glocky, what the fuck is closure
Flowing in closing I'm blowing indo
In an abyss, intrusive thoughts, throw myself out the window

Blood on the walls, rain in my head
Ash on the tombs and I'm praying for death