The Rule of Two - Pick a Number Get In Line

So fucking done with this shit
Everyday everyday feeling like split
Hop in the vette and then drive off the cliff
Finally at peace when I'm cold pale and stiff
Feeling like a no one I ain't say it but I'm hoping that I'm overdosing
Feeling fucking broken then I'm roping up my neck with the note up next
Hope you all forget are the words from my chest
I'm worthless I'm hopeless I know when that dope hits
I'm woeless and focused on nothing but bliss
Forced to abstain is this curse or a gift
Focused on nothing but Death and his list
What the fuck you know about a sith boy
Coming outta korriban stunting like a rich boy
Bought a couple 40's now Im poor again
Fuck an ugly hoe still broken
Tried to feel grateful now I just wanna die
If we not drinking or getting fried don't even send me an invite
Yeah I'm on this side but I might slide for some action
On the way bumping Sade and Badu
I'm with a bad shawty and a bottle
Late night macking on a model
Not a role you should follow
Near death in the vette jumping the median
Listen to sleep find me the weedian
Sick of these people might have to stop eating them
Claiming the bottom but really not rotten
What's more downtrotten than the underground
Fuck up your party we airing it out
Tearing shit down and burning a pound
Carter and Messi we making our rounds

Written by:
Dylan Farlow, Tanner Strickland

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