Heroin On My Sweatshirt

Pain in my mind she’s coming back when the stars aline
Can’t get out confinement mood swinging like the climate
On the roof hear the sirens she standing back when I’m firing
Body gone expiring group of demons conspiring
Wine when I’m driving pour it out when she finds me
No comfort when I’m crying said “I’m okay” I’m lying
Why you keep denying? That I’m always providing
What are you implying? Pupils dilated, perspiring
Never retiring this shit gets untiring
Fans get overwhelming bloody mouth the gums swelling
Pain is what I dwell in acid got my body meting
Hate it when she yelling every word she said I felt it
Bad money no good credit wounds to the head self inflicted
Take a break for self reflection cut off the ties smith and Wesson
Don’t meet me on a bad day,I’ll leave you with a bad taste
Head below the waist I know some shit you won’t say probably not to my face
I seen that you was fake,now I got to deal with fate