yung 4am
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Smoked out, loced out
Waiting for the phone to ring
Gold chain swinging while I'm puffing on the dro, mane
Propane leaking out my lungs, I feel like Cobain
Okay, something I must confess
I'm never okay
White boy like cocaine, lake boy on Ponchartrain
Things stay the same and the rain make my hydroplane
Take it with a grain, I remain stuck up in these chains
Feel it in my veins, nun to gain
Nun to feel the pain
Swerving out that ditch, swear I'm losing all my hope
Ain't no cuts on my wrist but there's cuts on my soul
I can't take it, I go fake it
I just try and I cope
One day I'll become the thing that disappears into the smoke, woah
Falling through the floor
I been hanging by a thread, rather hang by a rope
Bitch I'm holding back some tears, I can feel it in my throat
I miss Leonard and it kills me that he never saw me grow