Itch

Know my patience is running thin
I need myself to be numb
Grief is the provence of the livin
Shit i hold high with my thumb
I feel like roeper and ebert
Fuck u im fully conceited
Fuck who u tryna be
Imma get what i want
When i need it
And then im gone

They say dont bite the hand that will feed you
I bite my hand when i feed it
Mistreat myself when defeated
Ill prolly fuck anotha check
Wreck anotha friend
Bend anotha bitch
Switch to percocets
Bet bet bet bet my fucking life on it

Cus honestly when ur this high its
Fuck friends
Fuck love
Fuck life
All i need is that substace abuse
I need a muse whos a nihilist
That wouldn't cut me loose
From another hit

Wait
Do u have dreams of charlie parker
Counting needle tracks with a fifth of vodka
While the beatles jack off with boiling pasta

Wait
All i see are these changes
Fuck my head up it feels brainless
Joints with baygon laced from the pavement

Wait
Fuck
I ain't gonna lie shit feels like dying off the block
Might as well fuck a henny on the rocks
Wait

When i die i want my shroud dripping with rose gold

Thats probably not a good colour but i can't afford shit thats ten fold
Cus my keyboard still a rental
Cus im scared to go check my dentals
But i cough blood every fucking morning
Man
Ain't that shit simple

Because i lowkey hate everybody
Im a changed man but hate’s a hobby
That i can't kick or really plan on stopping
But what do i know im just a junkie
Goddamn