Yeah
Wake up in the morning
Take a knee
And throw my hands up
Sick of living in between depressed and being amped up
Every day I do what I can
Cause from life I can't run
Sick of people calling me all the time
I don't answer
Sick of this shit
I don't give a f*ck, bitch
Keep talking shit
I'ma leave you cut, kid
End up with your throat slit
Act like I don't know shit
Make your body disappear like there's a ghost here
I don't give a f*ck what you got to say
If you ain't about a bag
You in the way
I'm running out of time and I don't like to wait
Bitch, I don't trust you
I don't like your f*cking face
Stop Calling My F*cking Phone
Yeah
Wake up in the morning
Take a knee
And throw my hands up
Sick of living in between depressed and being amped up
Every day I do what I can
Cause from live I can't run
Sick of people calling me all the time
I don't answer
Sick of people calling me all the time
I don't answer
Sick of people calling me all the time
I don't answer