inSaniac

Hold up babe like where you going

I cook up on grill like four men

I don't take them drugs, ain't for me

I just made call to my brother

We may get up out that gutter

I've been getting erased in my sleep Wear my pain all over my sleeve
Maybe one day they gon' see What's really inside of me
What I'm really about to be
Hold up, bae, like, were you goin'? I cook up on grill like four men

Yeah, I don't take them drugs they for you
Hold up, bae, like, where you goin I cook up on grill like four men
Yeah, I need all them drugs they for me
I don't even get no

I don't even get no sleep
Way too much up on my head
Once I'm in my thoughts to leave you dead
Toss and fuckin', turn inside my bed

What's up all these thoughts inside my head
Way too much, just thinkin' I'm gon' rip
Six percent left, but oh well
Whatever the shit gon' happen, we won't tell