Strung Out

(album: Good On It All - 2019)

The calendar says May
But it is already September
Got me guessing on the days
Cause I don't remember
The last day I wasn't bothered
By a searing fucking pain
The medication that I'm taking
Ain't working in the right way
Drive me to the ER for a shot of morphine
4:30 in the morning
And I'm screaming out my lungs
Try to take it easy
But you won't

Every night's a party
When you wanna stay fucked up
Will you say the same sentence
In the morning throwing up?
Do you have the same mindset
Rolling that 6th blunt?
Do these stupid fucking choices
Really give you such a rush?
I just woke up
I know
I'm fucked
Meet me at the corner
Of the disagreement
Eating at the ruts
I'm too strung out
On clout
That I don't even have
If I ever come up on some
Imma give it right back

What you see is what you get
I sleep through the days to feel closer to death
All this weed in my chest
Got me resting
Nah, I ain't even trying
To make sense of the words
They go flying
But shawty don't mind it
So Imma just kick back and go for the ride
I've got ghosts in my aura
I've got smoke in my eyes
I been shed a tear but I ain't ever cry
I walk like a soldier right into the fight
My thoughts keep me restless all throughout the night
Still keeping it quiet, I'm lit out in public
Fucked with the spins and I'm stumbling
Roll up a spliff, someone give me the light
We're fully entranced by these drugs and the height

Every night's a party
When you wanna stay fucked up
Will you say the same sentence
In the morning throwing up?
Do you have the same mindset
Rolling that 6th blunt?
Do these stupid fucking choices
Really give you such a rush?
I just woke up
I know
I'm fucked
Meet me at the corner
Of the disagreement
Eating at the ruts
I'm too strung out
On clout
That I don't even have
If I ever come up on some
Imma give it right back