Body the Booth

[Intro]
(Got the Goonz in this bitch, n-)

[Verse]
Rackin' clothes from David Jones
I cop a sesh, I take it home
We was losin' weight then we moved away
I took a break, can't wake alone
She keep seein' me with strippers
Offer them prescription pills, I take alone
She keep sayin' that she hate me
Later in the day she drunk and raid my phone
She was with me through them darker days
Narcan when I passed away
I remember when you scarred my face
Now you tryna forget me, discard my face
I been sippin' again tryna mask the pain
Overdosin' on pills, you could ask my mates
I been writin' this shit while I'm half awake
Basket case, I thought I was past this stage
I get sick of writin' music
'Cause the shit I spit so hard the fuckin' charts won't play it
I get sick of fuckin' bitches
Tryna save me now 'cause I know that they hearts gon' break
Doin' the same shit for years
Played by a bitch who just played with my fears
Faded alone, I've been faded for years
I can't say it to her, but I'll say it on this
Say it on tracks, she doesn't listen
Blade in my back, and they say that I'm fishin'
I'm caught on a hook, and the bait was addiction
I'm stuck, and these motherfuckers never listen
I don't give a fuck about nobody
Been on my own since the day that I dropped from my mother
I ain't seen fam in a minute, I'm missin'
The days on the block smokin' rock with my brother
I remember me and dad same pod
Silverwater, some dumb shit
Talkin' bout twenty years back
How it still hurts what my mum did
Baby on the way, stressin' 'bout it
I didn't wanna listen to that cunt spittin'
Told me she was pregnant too and still left him in
That same jail with a cut wrist
Showed me the tat with the scar through it
Said he felt slack that I'm goin' through it
Pointed the cell that he died in
Said, "Go up, not across if you try and do it"
Real talk
Sleeves to try to hide the cuts, I'm high as fuck
I don't know why I try and write this stuff
All my friends are dead, like Uzi Vert
I burnt them bridges down like Lucifer
Maybe I'm cut 'cause I love her still
But I'm too stubborn, so don't give a fuck that I'm losin' her
Keep goin' back, that's confusin' her
But I just want us to go back in time
We ain't never gettin' back what we used to have
I put that shit in the back of my mind
I hate sleepin' alone, I should get back on the pipe
Strippers I fuck try and act like my wife
Do I have to remind these hoes they never wanted me
Till they seen stacks off of packets of ice
I ain't fallin' in love with no stripper, fuck T-Pain
I'm still rackin' t-shirts from DJs
Still makin' songs so you replay
These days, peeps on the scene in they PJs
But how they gon' sleep on this, though?
Beast in the scene, I don't need to tip-toe
Cats on the top try and link me now
Because you see I been creepin' beneath your window
I don't even think so
Fuck the fame, I don't want the shit
Cats on the scene all know my name
Because I come to the booth and I body it

[Outro]
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Real talk