Sunday Morning

(Hook)

Empty forty on my nightstand
I tried to make it through the night mad
I'm fucking tired of this rap shit
Land face first on my mattress
Mouth droolin' who am I foolin'
Silly truant, life ruined

(Verse 1)

Got shot glasses all over the counter
Prescription drugs got me sour
Trying to get myself into the shower
But it's real fucking hard to get clean
6 am, on the bus, can I get a cigarette yo?
So I'll stay home and crack the cigarello
Fill it with some exo then record a shitty demo
I drink my coffee black, fuck it, eatin' til' I'm really fat
Stuck in a rock and a hard place
But the rock is the coke
And the hard place is my hopes
Life sucks, and the only antidote is the dope
I looked up - tried to find god I can't see him
Am I blind god?
As a matter of fact, define god

(Hook)

Empty forty on my nightstand
I tried to make it through the night mad
I'm fucking tired of this rap shit
Land face first on my mattress
Mouth droolin' who am I foolin'
Silly truant, life ruined

(Verse 2)

What's life without the hangover
I'm fixated with the end, but it ain't over
Drown my thoughts with a half can of miller
Can't drive, swervin' to the side
4 am, Sunday morning, so deserving of this high
Trying to find a purpose and I'm staring in the sky
Do I snatch some purses, or do I stay a worthless kinda guy

(Hook)

Empty forty on my nightstand
I tried to make it through the night mad
I'm fucking tired of this rap shit
Land face first on my mattress
Mouth droolin' who am I foolin'
Silly truant, life ruined