Sadboy Huskii

My own fears got the best of me, she got what's left of me
Now everything I own in a box to the left of me
She left on me, tried to do the righty she turned left on me
The recipe was gone now the sauce is all I got left on me

Back to this quarter roll, ten bucks, ciggy packet
Rap ain't paying my bills I'm so sick of slinging packets
I ain't making no money I need a bigger bracket
The world is yours but most these cats be too shit to grab it

My bitch's had it with these bitches I've had
See my self every time I seeing them pics of my dad
Look my son in the eyes I think all the things I done bad
I'm over-thinking so I bring over some bitch to my pad

Help me get over this shit I'm over-thinking at that
Sober drinking this lean so I take a brick from the bag
I got bottles off the plug now the addiction is back
I know I'm just getting older homie this shit's getting sad

Sadboy

But everytime that I'm alone, pictures of you in my head
Suicidal on my own that's why all these different bitches in my bed
Know where I can call a home? I'm so fuckin sick of living in my head
Swear to god if I keep going on another 6 months I'll be dead