*Deep Sigh*

Bouts with depression
I’m up in here stressing, the devil and liquor get better of me
Pussy just keep getting better to me
The worser I do her she wetter and wetter
She keep trynna leave me I never could let her
Wishing you failure in every endeavor
I know that I’m petty a loser whatever
That L tatted on me with “V For Vendetta”
*DEEP SIGH*
Why must I be the bigger guy
Like I’m not a human like I never cry
I know niggas bitches even numbers lie
I know feelings simmer like heat rise
You got hate that you been disguising
Texts you steadily revising
Moments you overly analyzing

BITCH
Said it’s red flags but of course I ain’t see it
BITCH
Calling you bad names but of course I ain’t mean it
Bitch
Guess I’m a lil bit hurt
Don’t know if it’s pride that’s a lil bit worse
Not too good with love feel a lil bit cursed

Who put the hex on me?
Damn, who put the vex on me

Who put the hex on me?
Damn, who put the hex on me
A lover or blood or ex homie
Shoot at the king best aim for the neck homie
For ya best homie get wet homie
On me