Memory Lane

I kept telling. I always tell people. I could write a book

And I plan on writing a book one day

Right

But if I were to sit down

And just break down every fucking crazy thing

That's ever happened to me or my loved ones

The people that are close to me

You would be mind blown

You probably wouldn't believe me

And I feel like I've needed all those experiences to bring me here

Anthony Flemmons is a woman beater

Timothy Herme a dead beat alcoholic

I ain't know my dad I used to look up to them dealers every time that

I would see them they'd be balling

Another trip down memory our lane

Think I'm addicting to pain

Think im addicted chaos think something wrong in my brain

Im gods child but the devil so intimate with my name

That's what my momma tell me

Just close my eyes and ask and he'll probably help me

I don't believe em

I got these blue pills so need I don't need him

I love pharmaceuticals, and prostitutes and risking freedom

Call the plug I'm trying meet him

I ain't sleeping babe I'm geeking

I got these licks to hit but I got no whip I need to use her ride

This yellow bone been shooting dope between her toes

While I drive

I plan to fuck her later and her homegirl at the same time

Don't look at me so surprised do anything to risk my life

I hate it here

Let's make it clear genetically I'm tolerant

I've seen people die on less but me i just keep vomiting

All these Klonopins

Im walking round like is zombie land

Dug my self a hole, I climbed out and I keep falling in

A never ending cycle it's a relapse just relax

Another trip down memory our lane

Think I'm addicting to pain

Think I'm addicted chaos think something wrong in my brain

Im gods child but the devil so intimate with my name

That's what my momma tell me

Just close my eyes and ask and he'll probably help me

I don't believe em