Lyrics

[Verse 1: Zac Flewids] My girl left and my dick hard And my pill addiction is still strong She help me with it the first time But I guess that that shit ain't last long Take it back last august Found my body unconscious I wonder what I concocted With Xans and Oxys, prolly I dug deep to my demons My family think that I'm a heathen My mental health went downhill I don't wanna drown in my grievances She's getting ready on FaceTime Told me she don't wanna waste time Then left me just like that And my torso crumbled at the waist-line My girl my homie and my therapist I got a lot to vent but I been runnin' thin Everybody I love walked out the pic And when the money get involved dynamic switch Switch the topic I gotta clear my mind Still can't get clean when I read the bible I can write a verse but can't be held liable They mis-educate y'all, rippin' they face off No bath salts, just hella blow to help blast off I set myself to see God Almighty he said that I had been black-balled All the flowers in my garden Don't pick the pretty ones, darlin' My idols keep on dyin' My analogy will beg pardon, ay Pop a couple motherfuckin' xannies I ju- I just wanna get up in her panties But buyers remorse is a intricate curse I been learning to live its a interesting course I bit the bullet I got a chipped tooth Pelvis tatted your bitch knew And when I rap about these substances Just do what I say don't do what I do [Chorus: Cherry Blu] She's getting ready now Please pick me off the ground I don't wanna dollar from you, mama, no I just wanna break up out my collar, no, no [Verse 2: Zac Flewids] It's a vicious cycle I tried to end it but I skipped the rifle I thought the noose was the way to die Though I broke the closet guess that's a sign though I'll dig deep I don't give a fuck cause it's made me Won't dance around it no Swayze And my exes prolly still blame me RIP to my brother You motivate the young gunner I miss when we would skip math class and get high to talk about numbers I'm gettin' all of them for you You got to see my first million before God Almighty said gotcha Still I'm trapped inside of my conscience fuck I bit the bullet got a chipped tooth Pelvis tatted your bitch knew And when I rap about these substances Just do what I say don't what I do Do what I do when I do what I can Indubitably watch me surpass Every dumb motherfucker that be thinking they rap Just public figures with a face-full of tats [Chorus: Cherry Blu] She's getting ready now Please pick me off the ground I don't wanna dollar from you, mama, no I just wanna break up out my collar, no, no