| Sometimes, sometimes, sometime |
| Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes |
| Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, uh |
| I wanna be by my lonely |
| I pop these Perc' by my lonely |
| I put in work by my lonely |
| .40 on me, you know it’s my homie |
| I wanna be by my lonely |
| I take these Perc' by my lonely |
| I put in work by my lonely |
| .40 on me, you know that’s my homie |
| My mind sometimes gets dark and wild |
| My mind sometimes, uh |
| I don’t wan' be bothered |
| Inhale, exhale, breathing just got a little harder |
| I mean well, I mean well |
| All’s well, it ends well |
| Inhale, exhale |
| Losing my sanity, probably |
| I’ll see you in hell |
| Yeah, I’ma meet you there |
| As of lately, my demons, they bother me |
| When I’m sleeping, they sitting on top of me |
| And wherever I go, they will follow me |
| I fell into the pit and it’s bottomless |
| They want my soul but it isn’t my property |
| Try to take it from me, demonic robbery |
| Crazy the way that the devil’ll lie to me |
| Just leave me alone, I could do bad on my own |
| I get high off my ass on my own |
| Paranoia is strong |
| What if she don’t love me no more? |
| I hope I’m wrong |
| Sometimes, sometimes, sometime |
| Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes |
| Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes |
| I wanna be by my lonely |
| I pop these Perc' by my lonely |
| I put in work by my lonely |
| .40 on me, you know it’s my homie |
| I wanna be by my lonely |
| I take these Perc' by my lonely |
| I put in work by my lonely |
| .40 on me, you know that’s my homie |
| Oh, there ain’t no place like home |
| I wanna go back home |
| I hate the world we know, oh, oh |
| There ain’t no place like home |
| I wanna go back home |
| I hate the world we know |
| Mind fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling |
| I wonder if, wonder if, wonder if, wonder if |
| I’m gonna live, gonna live |
| All these threats that I get from my enemies |
| Wonder why I keep a .40 right next to me |
| Scared of niggas running in my vicinity |
| I’ma be the killer, ain’t no one killing me |
| That’s a better choice like voting for Hillary |
| Where I’m from, niggas don’t give a fuck |
| So we loadin' up and shootin' like documentary |
| Numb to the core |
| I don’t wanna feel shit anymore |
| I don’t wanna feel rich anymore |
| Know that they want me dead |
| So I’m takin' meds until I fall on the floor |
| I don’t know who to call anymore |
| I don’t know what to call it anymore |
| Tears fall like raindrops, but nah, I don’t wanna ball anymore |
| Pick up the rock, score, I pill pop some more |
| Why? It numbs me inside |
| I know it ain’t right, but its part of the ride |
| There ain’t no place like home |
| I wanna go back home |
| I hate the world we know, oh, oh, oh |
| There ain’t no place like home |
| I wanna go back home |
| I hate the world we know |