loud thoughts up in my room it s just another night niggas in and out the crib gon be another fight i m getting sick of niggas trippin and shit and leavin bottles on the table while they sniffin that shit it s crazy they don t even try to hide it no more new nigga my momma fuckin we re supplyin it for get high off his own supply so what you buyin it for you told me that you had my back so what you lie to me for nigga reppin overdue probably gon get evicted but nobody give a fuck cause all they trynna do is kick it get a bottle everyday and get together to get lifted get a line and sniff it up i know that shit don got addictive i don t talk alot so i be chillin on my momma hear me cry but never tell her how i m feelin nothin changin pillow cases gettin wetter but crazy how you hit my phone and everything get better i swear everything get better crazy how you hit my phone and everything get better look i wake up sick to know it s just another day in this and go to school with kids who are shot when they was playin this i never thought that you was going through this shit from your instagram and shoes i always thought you stupid rich look at em crazy while they speakin to me luckily i fly to vegas for a weekend or three i do a feature for the bills momma leave it to me and i apologize for taxin but this shit ain t for free lights is off now we sittin in the dark every now and then i need a break i m sittin in the park just to think wishing shit could change in a blink shit this life would do you dirty like the dishes in the sink i try to understand the lesson for me and the blessins from me i hate the fact we gotta stress for money i wish it all could blow away crazy how you hit my phone and make it go away i swear you make it go away it s crazy how you hit my phone and make it go away yeah make it go away 