Insult To Injury

You think you know me, please

You have no idea

you think my life is great, shit

I cover up the tears

but inside my scalp, it starts

a burn in hell

Thoughts of hurtin myself and homicide is real

But you cant tell cause im good at hiding myself

I've got a lot of problems

That I've never shared with no one else

I've been to a lot of doctors

But the shit never helps

They just stuff me with the pills for all the pain that I felt

And as we press the (?) got me (?) in depression

Got me playin Russian Roulette with the (?)(?)

Remeniscing back when things were still glistenin'

when (?) was still playin with a puzzle and pieces werent missin

Those days, I miss them

But those days, I kiss them

Goodbye for good

Those days are the old days

Now lets (?) the way before you end up on the wrong day



And I'm tired of being broke

I'm ready to shake you up

Give me all your money bitch and that chain you've got tucked

I see you flaunting all that ice

You must be ballin' but I don't got shit so hang me your wallet (fades)