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[Verse 1] Trackmarks like medals on my arms Bitch I'm no star but I ain't trying that hard On some dope-fiend shit, bitch yup thats my future Fuck snortin' dope son, I'm motherfuckin' shooting Sick and tired of hiding how I feel so I guess I better try an fuckin' keep it real yo I hate life, man fuck me an fuck you Put on a smile just try to get through My motherfucking day without bangin' up Or slicing my wrists to the motherfuckin' stump Feel so empty ima' bitch an spit putrid An emo rapper? man that's fuckin' stupid Cause numb, yeah, that's the word to describe me Numb my world from blue to gray and become free I'll shoot dope till I can't breathe I'll Shoot dope till I'm not fuckin' lonely Still kickin' back In the back of a black Cadillac Don't give a fuck what you think jack Now I'm taking it back with a little 40 gat To sell it up to silk or smooth for a little hit of smack I can't stand motherfuckin' waiting Call em back an see if he'll take a Playstation Alright cool, now which gas station? Feels like I've lost any motherfuckin' sense of patience My heart sinks when I get the voice mail Man it feels like they'll never come through and I'll never get well But then they text back and my heart swells Now if they'd just hurry the fuck up, I could escape hell