Word to your mother.
(Source: terrestrial-noesis)
Tried to Shoot
I know this bottle really love me, I love you too
You be helpin’ me through my problems, killin’ my fears
And you understand when I break down you bring out the tears
And you give me heart, but I just can’t take it
Shit’s hella fucked up, bad luck, just can’t shake it
Half way to the grave, half way from birth
Try’na wonder what my life is worth
I think I’m cursed
(Source: jotito)
Gettin’ high to disguise my lows
Gettin’ high cause it’s all that I know
