Yung Festo - Fiend Hell

(Triazo run that back, Eskimos)
Hold up
Hold up, can't breathe out my right nostril but hold up, uh
Seven Hours away from home
Writing this song in a hotel
No fucking motel
Can't breathe out my right nostril, I'm miserable but oh well
Can't get high right now or when I get home so it's fiend hell (fiend hell)
Lately I been trapped in my head, mind fog taken over
Hate being sober
Ever smoke a lot of weed when you think you gonna throw up
Sometimes that's just how it is it takes away my nausea
Listen, I don't mean to offend you
When I'm high I tend too
Forget about you
It's not on purpose
I smoke my pain away and forget my life's purpose
I wish I could die today
Because I fucking hate thinking
About how I am sinning
That's why I get high so I don't have to deal with being finished
I get high in my free time, my eyes get red, and I go blind
A better word for how I'm feeling I describe as sick and fried
F- Fiend hell
F- Fiend hell
F- Fiend hell
F- Fiend hell
F- Fiend hell
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Seven Hours away from home
Writing this song in a hotel
No fucking motel
Can't breathe out my right nostril, I'm miserable but oh well
Can't get high right now or when I get home so it's fiend hell (fiend hell)
Lately I been trapped in my head, mind fog taken over
Hate being sober
Ever smoke a lot of weed when you think you gonna throw up
Sometimes that's just how it is it takes away my nausea
I'ma be for real
When I get rich everyday I'm gonna crack a seal
I don't care about my health I love the luxurious drugs the feelings I get from it
I love it so much I think I probably broke a kidney wit it
Wit it I get eddies from it
Then I roll a blunt and smoke a bowl then tap the pen it's coming
Love getting high so much I forgot how sober feel
Damn I'm being so for real
If you give me a gun I will put it in my mouth and kill
Insert the steal
Into my skin
Blowing apart my brain, making loud noises and shit
Seven Hours away from home
Writing this song in a hotel
No fucking motel
Can't breathe out my right nostril, I'm miserable but oh well
Can't get high right now or when I get home so its fiend hell
Lately I been trapped in my head, mind fog taken over
Hate being sober
Ever smoke a lot of weed when you think you gonna throw up
Sometimes that's just how it is it takes away my nausea

Written by:
Yung Festo

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