Oh God ! Video (MV)

He's taking Demerol
Demerol
Demerol
Oh god, he's taking Demerol
I know I f*cking deal with shit in ways I really shouldn't
I know they're still shit to learn, no teacher, I'm a student
I don't know when I'll stop the percs, I think I'm in love with em
Like the xans they had control of me, a bit more stricter
I was xanning through withdrawals to forget about them
Didn't realize the main culprit, til my brain was fried
I was yelling at my mom cause I couldn't find them
Where my xans? Found my stash, but I done lost my mind
Shit I done lost my mind, too many drugs in life
From them xannies, to that molly, to that Betty white
Told myself like f*ck them bitches, go hang with the guys
Now I'm with Cody and with Robert, conversate all night
Man I still talk to molly cause she treats me right
Only here and there cause I don't want her in my life
If I talk to her like too much, I might make her mine
And you know how that shit goes, I've done it once, won't twice
Oh god! God, god!
Oh god! God, god!
Oh, I told you that I loved you, in reality was fronting
I told you she was nothing, in reality she's something
Ay, crack that sucker, call him Humpty Dumpty
Ay, I'm smoking sticky green, ain't talking Gumby
Bitch I only want the money, only thing that I can picture
Bitch I'm stomping heads on curbs, you would think I'm Derek Vinyard
Still with the homie Brewer blowing up them balloons
Only brodie I can trust, he ain't even from my crew
Told you all the close be fake, really thought they loved you?
Like this shit's reality, your best friends they'll hurt you
When it comes to the money, offer's right, they'll kill you
'Member times I had nothing, planning shit with my dudes
All possessions that I got me, they came from my own moves
Distancing done showed me something, I now see what is true
Ay, they your homies, but won't love you
Ay, dear perkies, yeah I trust you
What, you be lying, I can't trust you
Yeah, bitch I'm loyal, yeah I love you
Ay, was unloyal, that's what xans do
Ay, bitch I'm stupid, thought you been knew
Bitch I'm making all this money, still ain't through
Bitch I'm getting to the honey like a bear do
Oh god, god!
Oh, I'm still on my block rolling off these molly rocks
Homie said I gotta stop all that shit that I be on
Can't you see I'm bit psychotic, medications not enough
Oh god, god!
Oh, I'm never gonna stop, going straight right to the top
Like I'm better than these suckers, conversation you can stop
At the bottom of the pot, boil til I'm foaming up
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god! Oh god!
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god! Oh god!