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It's half past three and I'm just thinkin' of you
About last night, how we skipped off on curfew
And I might've told you I love you, huh
I said that I love you, did I really mean it
Seeing you in the day, off the drugs more clearly
More, more clearly
I start to regret all my choices
Yeah, I start to listen to all the voices
They in my head, they out my head
And I think that I'm better dead
Every day of my life's a fuckin' struggle
Yeah, it's a struggle, it's a struggle
I'm thinkin' bout my twin, he locked in a mental pen
I'm tryna get him out, why I keep pad and pen
And she say she got friends, so I tell her drop the pin
We out in L.A. C
In the hills, where I wanna rest
Yeah, and when I die, the mic will hear my last breath, huh