Whining and complaining about when you coming home
An empty box sitting on a shelf alone
Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle
Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle
I function with you and you flaunt your pistol
Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle
Cause it doesn't seem really as simple
No patience, like a empty hospital
Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for
Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Then sit empty in hell
And bad bitches give me head and tell
Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
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