workin on my health
but imma stay sadder
littering my brain with these drugs that make madder
cutting up my heart shit I was a cadaver
cold case cavern, straight to blow to chest
imma hold habits and some baggage on my belt
imma get you ready you can love someone else
something like a filler for rotation on shelf
love being used, I don’t know nothing else.

like imma smoke my weed won’t change my ways
it’s just me, myself and the same mistakes
broke my heart, won’t take a break
cracks won’t heal, imma hold w weight
nooooo

She say i'm a masochist the way I give this trust out
heart too big and the space won’t run out
yes i know better, not everyone the same
take a old heart, and I give a new slate

What can I say I’m stuck in my ways
love being used, and left on the way
shit it hurts less when you know it's on the way
no it’s not true but actions do say
give another piece I can waste away

like imma smoke my weed won’t change my ways
just me myself and those same mistakes