James Wames - Uncharted Territory

Nine dollar hour on bullshit bitch I'm fucking Wames
(Ou zefucking James Wames) Uh bitch I'm fucking Wames
Just ran my money back up lost it to drugs
Yuh bitch I wanna kill the plug
I was eating clean pills ran out had to switch over
Smoking fetty 30s that was dirty
I did myself inside job like commission report
Addictions job from inside I can't stop anymore
Nine collars on me bullshit
Still can't see shit
Brain foggy wearing blinders vision bent blurred blocked
Chase a high that don't exist on my own grave I'd take a piss
Y'all need drugs to have fun? Y'all need that drink to have fun?
That shit ain't no fun to me it's much more a necessity
Had a nightmare my brother was popping pills again
Wish I could promise this motherfucker I'm never touch a pill again
Today it's, day 15 sober…
Currently uncharted territory
Uh
2 xan 2 xan uh 2 xan 2 xan uh
4 xan 4 xan uh 5 xan feel nothing ay
5 xan feel nothin ay 40 pill one night oh
5 xan feel nothin ay 40 pill one night
I be in the wack shack getting free asylum socks
Popping shit behind door locks
I was brainwashed wash it myself now I'm tryna clean that shit back up
Trazodone dreams seeing my haunted curses
Uncharted territory sobriety this shit is odd to me
Never knew my own self did myself robbery
Bitch I'ma drug patient I need to be patient for myself latence
Bitch I'ma drug patient
100 fetty percys in the mailbox it's 100 degrees
Drop fentanyl chunks and sizzle on my weed
I could down 8 pills at once I could down em with no water
I like to melt em under my tongue or chew em up I'm fading farther
Shoulda woulda coulda
But I didn't - BITCH!
I coulda been sober
But I isn't

Written by:
James Mastrella Presti

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