dead anyway (feat. heartstopmiami) Video (MV)

I been losing sleep every night I keep
Trying
Losing my mind it's that
Time again

I don't know if I ever wanted you anyway
Stuck inside the past I'm never present for any day
Acid on the mind applying pressure, I need to change
Bitches be denying my acceptance the visa fake
Bro been getting tired of injecting we need a break
Eyes around me in every direction i see the gates, what
Betty think the weed was laced, f*ck
Bitch if u bout it let me see the pay, stubs bitch
Who you think it is you're confronting
And what made you feel this way
Don't keep coming to me like a pastor you can't be saved
Ricin from the castor seed, how poison the liquor taste
Said it's a catastrophe outside and I need to stay
We gon' put that f*ckin psilocybin in lemon-tek
Was mixing downers with the downers, ain't know better yet
Making sure I stop to smell the roses, that's my medicine
Bro been pouring deuces up for years, I swear it never ends
Bro been popping percocet in twos, he keep escaping death
Methyl enedioxy methamphetamine to the f*cking head
I know there ain't nobody better than me, they all pretend
Body ain't working off of the ketamine, can't move my head
Do I deserve anyone defending me, should I be dead anyway
You been asking questions like confessions with reverends
Pressure in my mind, lysergamide, is it heaven sent?
You been staying silent if I hurt you, I never meant

I'm about to take this f*cking check and buy an eighth
Betty on my body and I'm tweakin at the rave
I just want to see you but you gone in outer space
I don't know her name, I only know her by her face
I'm trynna be the best me, but I can't change
He keep trynna test me, but I don't play
Shootas got the rundown, coming with the K's
We could spin the block up and never catch a case
She like Meghan Trainor, cause she got all the bass
And I'm in the whip
Tears on my face
I can't go to sleep cause I put fear on they faces
Double check the regret like aces
Smoking all this za, you know how this shit go
Feel like Trippie Redd, tote them poles, tote them poles
Four years later like the president, woah
I'll be honest, I don't know how hard I hit, woah

Should I be dead anyway
Stuck inside the past I'm never present for any day
Acid on the mind applying pressure, I need to change
Bitches be denying my acceptance the visa fake
Bro been getting tired of injecting we need a break
Eyes around me in every direction i see the gates, what
Betty think the weed was laced, f*ck
Bitch if u bout it let me see the pay, stubs bitch
Should I be dead anyway
Should I be dead anyway
Should I be