ROtting

☆Another day in this simulation wasting away

☆ locked inside my room Is where i rather fuckin stay

☆ takin drugs to my own so I cannot feel the pain

☆ I rather feel numb until i fuckin decay ☆

 

Why you hating, Just pay me

, i know you dont like me i can tell by the way that you acting lately

I keep going lazy due to my loneliness

You stay with a basic bitch, rushin to the store just 2 get a swisher

you're still making line to pay for that bitch'Es plan b

I spend nothing on my necklace but my head worth couple thousands

Put more money in the safe, bet

You're stash still empty

Like yo pockets Ina first Friday you still can't afford it

Living Lavish hell on earth slowly rotting away

cash checking smile staying cheesin

like chester on the bag

early morning trappin with a tech and a nine millimeter

grinding ona million im wurking the streets counting up my blessing

Til next morning line disconnected

dont hit up my line I cannot waste no time

talking with you clowns got your nose red like Rudolph bleeding from the sniffin