Scrap

Fucking your woman, I fuck her for free
Wearing your coke from my nose to my teeth
You wear your coat, l got one you gave me
Now wear your hoodie it hurts to be free
Lookie, don’t touch me, I’m still needing me
I’m on the streets if I’m having to be
Got all your heart on my sleeve
Literally
I’m a fiend, I get my love for cheap
I’m a freak aye

This girl, she likes benzo’s but they’re just not for me
She’s sounding like ballet but mental and mori
Like Mentos to druggies
I’m stuck in my memories in search of that envy I had as a teen
Way back before all the crap they gave me
Way back before all the scripts and the lean
Way back before, I would slit at a breeze
Now, everyday I get hits I can breathe

I think it’s funny to clown on you freaks
You can’t pronounce all the Hell I was in
I just get money and cash that shit in
I just get money for scraps at the tip

I wanna push all my dailies a bit
She come hard to swallow, she came a bit quick
But when it come to it, she takes a good hit
So if you got money and needing a fix
Give me a call, I can give a good tip
Here is my number now go suck my dick
You in my club, I control from within
I’m ready and hooded and masked like Berlin
You should get running I’m loading it in
We used to load bikes in the back of the whip
I’m not talking motors, like pedals and shit
Do you get medals for catching my drift?