WHATS WRONG

[Intro: Nina Simone]
Everybody is half dead, everybody avoids everybody, I know I'm one of those everybodies, and to me it is terrible

[Verse]
Talk is cheap, but my clothes so expensive
Fell asleep in my bed with a dead bitch
I feel like I don't exist
If she ever cut me off, I'm cuttin' both my wrists
Used to be a lame ho, now she on my dick
Threw away my iPhone, busy gettin' rich
Rich, sorry, I can't fight you, I'm a bitch
But I'll be down to lose it all once my brother load the clip
And her boyfriend's so mad because she likin' all my pics
I'm a schizophrenic, baby, that's why I be off the shits
Yuh, that's why I be off the shits
Uh, yeah, that's why
I'm not a bad guy, bad guy
Baby, I just need a fat line, fat line
In love with the drugs, they think I'ma flatline
In love with the drugs, but I don't got cat lives
I'm talkin' 999, anxiety is takin' over my mind, mind, mind
Yuh, I'm talkin' 666, why you in my crib takin' pics, pics, pics
Take it all 'cause it all means nothing
Only call me when we on that substance
She been on that fuck shit
But damn, I think I love it
Ah, it's there, then it's gone
But I'll be here in the morn'
They said "tell me what's wrong"
But I don't even know what's wrong