A Death in the Ocean Would Be Beautiful

Percocets and the codeine
Got me floating
Opiates I’m a junkie
Fuck the money
Third ward in the dope house
Keep a closed mouth
In the ghetto bitch I got clout
Never seen droughts
Hit the route
Where the felons lurk
Tony’s in the dirt
Finding work
Got my 20 shirts
Tell the homie “fuck your turf”
Triple six don’t make me manifest
Bulletproof the vest
Lucifer done made me promises
And that’s an honest threat

Oozing feeling Gucci when them pills slide down my throat
Loosely take a couple
Feeling woozy how I cope
Burning wax but ain’t no candles
I can handle what I know
What I don’t know I will try and probably use until I croak
I’d of fucked all of these bitches
I don’t trust them so I don’t
Fuck a hoe
Pussy’s just another hole that I crawl in and out of
Slit my throat I’ll die inside of a bitch
I be that downward spiral looking motherfucker
Trying to aim a rifle
911 don’t fucking dial