Wake up at noon and I link wit my bitch Sippin on liquid that fuck with my head Still with out sippin I'm fucked in the head Don't think I got no control of my head There was a time when I thought that I would be the one to be smilin and gettin ahead Now I'm the one with the fishing line wrapped around my neck and sayin hello to my dad People that hate me wannna see me dead You talkin but I don't see nothin but texts I am da chillest you hate where you at Suckin on dick just to get you a check Might as well sacrifice you to the devil and then you'll be somethin other than a mess Food fa demons they need it believe it I'm telling ya hoe because I am possessed with no peace in my rest