Look out and it's black outside Overcast with a couple gray skies Shawty blast right through my eyes Pumping glass from my dead body lights God damn, I hate my *** life So, so I stay high as a kite Don't, don't strive to do nothing right The skies are the pale moonlight No price to pay the devil Despite my unsafe levels of toxins I always battle Just lay me down in my grave Suicide no escape And it seems I'm going insane When you start to look forward to pay Girl, girl All I really want is to blow a lighter with the fog See the fireworks burst off, I'm like in the fog Should be trying once, I'm left me in the *** cloud Every time I feel a Tuesday I wanna keep it real I wanna buy the dress I wanted, feel the mother*** real And if you a *** no then everybody must know I think you *** bought this up and now I know That I am broke I am broke I am broken again I am broken