Oh girl, this boat is sinking There's no sea left for me And how the sky gets heavy When you are underneath it! Oh. I want to sail away from here. And god. He came down down down down down down down And said (down down down down down down down down) Nothing (down down down down down down down down)
He rolled up asked him what he was sippin' on Said lean, you wanna hit it dawg? That's the same stuff Weezy sippin' huh? And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard Yep yep he had 5 up on When he passed him that Styrofoam The Easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before Finally got to see what all the hype was on And then he took a sip sittin' in the Lincoln Thinking he was pimpin' as he listened to the system Little did he know that it was just as addictive as bass Not the kind of hit from the kick drum Hot box let the bass bump Take it to face, gulp Months later the use went up And every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff But Goddamn he loved that feeling Purple rain coated in the throat Just so healin' Medicine alleviate the sickness Liquid to fix and it comes with a cost Wake up, cold sweat, scratchin', itchin' Try to escape the skin that barley fit him Gone, get another bottle just get a couple swallows headed towards the bottom Couldn't get off it Didn't even think he had a problem Though he couldn't sleep without getting nauseous Room spinnin' Thinking he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup His eyelids closed shut Sat back in the chair Clutching that cup Girlfriend came and a couple of hours later said his name Shook him, but he never got up He never got up, he never got up We live on the cusp of death thinkin' that it won't be us It won't be us, it won't be us, it won't be us Nah, it won't be us