Let me rot Low Lids (Ft. unknxwn.)

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[Verse 1:Low lids]
Pick a fucking spoon, pick a pipe
Pick a lighter up
Needle in my arms
7 grams, I ain't high enough
All you just a junkie too
Saddle up and die with us
All you about that money too
Grap the strap and ride with us
I'm rolling down suburbia
Drummer in the whip
And if i swang this lab too hard
He just might have to bang his sticks
Bitch i'm heavy out the trenches
Bitches want my mentions
This microphone and vocal
Cause my suicide prevention
Bitch, I'm tripping off myself
I don't need your fucking help
Think I'm better on my own
And I don't think that's hard to tell
Put a needle in my veins
So I don't go back to myself
Put a chain around my heart
So I don't put it up for sale
I'm fucked
I know these drugs will never give me love
But a pretty face and promises will never be enough
So I'm scraping out the back
And I'm chasing out the bottle
As these bitches hit me up
They wanna be my clothing models