James Wames - Life A Bitch That'll Fuck You If You Let Her

Got a habit of developing
Bad habits fuck this shit
I'm habitually dying
While I'm flying snort this shit
I love putting drugs in my nose
I drink smoke popping all this shit
Got a habit I don't pop pills
Melt or chewing on the shit
I be dying flying til my death
Overtake my fucking breath
Fuck I got to loose
I pull a Whitney fucking houst
I get high emotion magic
Sobriety I be lacking
No more percs no bars I'm static
No pill cuisine in my cabinet
Damned energy in the air
And I'm falling for this shit
Always high up in the sky
Until I fall right out of it
I opened up some doors I cannot close
Personal hell
I closed doors I can't open back up
Locked inside my cell
I was so fucked up
That I drove the speed limit
Bitch so fucked up that
I drove in the right lane
I pop these bars
I'm so ajarred
I hide both sides
Of my scar
Pop a rattlesnake shit
Fuck that rattlesnake bitch
Xanax rattlesnake shit
Fuck that fucking snake bitch
Fuck xans ain't let me go
Fuck xans where my soul
Bitch I kick em out the door
Go find somewhere else to go
Pouring liquor out in dirt
I frauded flawless in liquor stores
Mud all in my lemonade
Turned to pink lemonade from the pour
Holla
I got pills lotta
Double cup 300 dollars
I think that I might be the father
Pain pill give me pain
Pill cus my pain but pill give me pain
Xanax took my brain
Fetty my brain stained
Only died twice but I'm still alive
And I'm sober in this shit
I quit doin sticks and fenty
Before i drop to the floor bitch
I could live I could die
I do not know why
But either way that that shit goes
With me is really ok I'm fine
Bitch I'm a junkie
I popping drugs like a monkey
I went to school but was flunky
Never had that much chunky
Homicide before I suicide
To end both of these bitch
I pull up and my
Trigger fingers squeezing all this shit
Ammunition accepted here
On both sides of my neck
.45 or better yet a
7.62 put straight through my head
I lie to my doctor since they
Told me swallow prozacs
Dump it in the toilet
Cus I wanna be a toe tag
Pop 10 antidepressants
Reddit said I'd see shit fuck a SSRI
Make sure not to get 302ed
In the psych ward scary like boo
I don't take xans I be taking tabletas
Pop it and I chew it and I'm smoking romaine lettuce
On the terrace
You ain't got a drug problems I'm jealous

Written by:
James Mastrella Presti

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