KRED

Mmmm, take 4
How many meals I gotta eat before I fall over dead
How many hours I gotta put in just to get on ahead
I get back in my bed, dreaming dreams of good head
So much talking in my head I feel like X on a ted
I'm upset with the feds for overpricing my meds
And there's a thousand other things off the top of my head
They making it really really easy to refute what was said
Tryna erase all that was written like the ink was really lead
Not sure what's true anymore

Slowly building inner rage
No one stopped to check the score
Finna bust out of my cage
Boutta burst like city morgue
I'm boutta curse don't care no more
I'm filled with thirst I want some more
I'll eat some dirt straight off the floor
I'm still so hurt there's so much more, roll
I shit blood bitch!
Thanks Teddi