Lilcumonmyback - 3

I’m painless with pupils so small
To find em need a microscope
Talk to me, I’m replying slow
You ask me, I’m like I don’t know
The Tylenol, my eyes so low
The plug is back, so bye I go
My bank account is dying bro
And so am I, I’m dying slow
Pupils shrink and I can’t think
‘Bout nothing but the kitchen sink
I’m slipping off the skating rink
Might fuck around forget to blink
Off my meds and on your meds
So what I spit might not make sense
But fuck it, guess I’ll throw my shit
To see what sticks, to hell with it
Fuck a bitch can’t suck my dick
My junk is Trix, it’s just for kids
I joke, I kid, I’m not Jared
With my six inch kids’ meal, my dick
I put a saddle on my dog
And ride him like a paddle boat
We cracklin’ horse on down the road
To find my demon, slash his throat
The pain is gone but if you think
The game is won, you’re fucking dumb
I’m in the mud, I’m sinking
I feel nothing, everything is numb
Hoping to be sober too
Psychosis due to substance use will fuck with you
You’re troubled, what a dumb excuse, so much to lose

Written by:
Braeden Liesner

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