$liM HiLL - Didnt wanna be here in the first place

Xanax In my cup crush it up it's how i'm meditate
Barely waking up hoping today is a better day
Yesterdays tomorrow I can't seem to fucking get away
I might paint the bedroom with my Glock just let me decorate

Thousand fucking problems and I don't know how to solve em
Baby bottom of the barrel at the bottom of my choppa
at the bottom of this magazine I saved a few for you and me
I'm just fucking shocked they didn't bury me at 23

Purple double cup I pop a Percocet
They thought I was slacking baby I ain't even burn em yet
I ain't even heard of them
Running and I hurdle them
Got a couple blickies baby I ain't even purchase them

But I'm still sipping while I'm driving down this dirt lane
How the fuck I homer but I'm stuck on fucking first base
Every single day seems like an even fucking worse day
Didn't wanna be here in the first place

Scraping off the guardrail sippin while I'm driving but at least my fucking chromes wheels spinning while they shining
Choppa bussin never stopping body dropping get to locking
Clock is ticking reaper coming
He never showing up late
He in the backyard shawty fucking digging yo grave
He turn around and blow a kiss as he engraving the date
I keep a 30 with my distance always sharpen the blade
Cuz though I'm bound to burn in hell won't let it happen today

Gimme the keys to Benz let me drive it off a cliff
Let me drive it in a ditch
Sorry that I fucked your bitch
Let me load another mag this OxyContin made me miss
I can't feel a fucking thing like I might stumble off a bridge

And still I don't feel like I'm high enough
30 pills a day the same ole shit that had me drying up
Dump and line it up
Death I'm fucking signing up
Shoot this fucking dope and now I'm floating away

Written by:
Tyler Hill

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