Have It Back

I see visions of death
I can feel it in my bones
I don’t need friends I just need to be alone
And why the fuck do I act like this
Just pop these pills and slit my wrist

I’m an 8 ball down I can’t even see my hands
Can’t find a job so I’m still sellin xans
Drink till I’m fucked, that’s my only solid plan
Wallets always empty borrow money from my fam
Serquel with Prozac take it everyday
But when I’m on the shit man I never feel the same
Plus I’m sipping on this sprite I can feel it in my veins
My brains so numb to all this fucking pain

I would kill my self jus to take it
AND IM SO FUCKIN SICK OF THE FAKE SHIT
I jus wanna run away and never look back
I jus wanna end this pain pain have it all back