SHATTERED

Sippin’ on that 40 with some gaudy right before me
She be telling on a story but I'm trippin' from the dope (yeah)
She like “listen to the story why the fuck you just ignore me”
When we woke up in the morning told her sorry gotta go

Now I run up to the storage grab my gauge and fuck the police
I got too much fucking problems just in case you even know (bitch)
Kick it to the curb you hit the dirt and then you go (yeah)
Pull up in the dark I hit a light and now you’re smoke

I ain’t got it on me now, that's a lie you 'bout to see it
Know I'm creeping down the alley with some motherfucking demons
Got them voices in my head and it’s hard not to believe 'em
Try to look into my eyes, not a glimpse of what I’m meaning

Bitch you talking 'bout a trauma I can take you for a ride
This that gutter walking zombie broken left right there to die
Give a fuck about surviving swear already dead inside
Might look normal on the out, swear it’s murder all the time

Paranoia got my mind on another fucking level
Thinking always that they might
Wouldn’t worry, I'm the devil yeah..
Wouldn’t worry I'm the devil yeah...