tchotchkes

[Verse]
There's ghosts up in them tchotchkes and demons in that Hennessy
Riding around with felonies and medicines that shouldn't mix
Shanez back on his shit again, go and get the crucifix
I was taking pink Perc, but now I'm back on blues again
Foster's Home Imaginary Friends, make me feel less alone
Depressive though, anti anxious pills, but they pressed it though
I'm off of those, snort it through a bill, but it's a hundred though
Blue strip, blue Xan, blue Perc, blue, man, I got the blues, man
I can't get rid of them, I tried everything that I thought would help
But ain't nothing help, I could use some help, I miss how you smell