Yeah I Got my pain
I Roll it up inside a swisher sweet
I Got the flame
And All the flavors tasting bittersweet
Fuck a fake
Cus All my tensions go to her and me
Music for some food to eat
I'll stand on up and face defeat
Get out the way
Before I come and take your breathe away
She like the way
I seem to hit it like an eight hundred and eight
Like every day
I never seem to be okay
I miss the things we used to say
I miss wasting my days away
I miss it when i was enough
I hate it when my days are tough
I hate this drug that we call love
I wish that i could give it up
I'm taking a turn and I'm losing my grip
The shit in my head has got me in a ditch
I'm taking the hint that I'm needing to live
But life is a bitch
Surely life is tasting bittersweet
But yet we swallow
Surely life is tasting bittersweet
Need a bottle