Scope & J-Miri - D.N.D.

Polished off a quarter bottle of wine at 8 am
Got drunk, threw up and then I went back to bed
Feel like shit, wanna quit but I deserve this pain here
Manifested my lies and I became what I feared
Head is rattling
My words babbling
Battling these demons
Call me scope of Nazareth
I'm hazardous
Scribbles of nonsense
Words is heaven sent
Divine context
For a false conquest
Need a crown royal intervention
From Queen Hennessy at my becking
Tired of learning lessons
From my bad intentions
Breaking relationships like Walter White
With the chemistry
I'm talkin bad
It's pretty blue crystal clear
That I've shed too many tears
Thinking booze gon calm my mood
But my attitude ain't sincere
I poker face a couple shots
But you can see my sins here
Sweating bullets hoping one of 'em can make me disappear
See the problem with rock bottom
Is it can always go lower
Playin limbo with my life
As I bend my back over
Can't fit my bottle under the flatline
So I guess I'll stay sober
Just promise that you won't hurt me
If I come back to hold ya
I guess I'm only good for some dick and a dollar
I guess I'm only good for some dick and a dollar

Written by:
Khalid Merene

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