​gtg 9TAILS & guccihighwaters (Ft. 9TAILS)

[Intro]
(notmorgn)

[Verse 1: 9TAILS]
I'll be 20 next year, but I dress like I'm old
Sitting down, 12 hours, I could swear I'm growing mold
Kraft macaroni, cooking up on the stove
I got nowhere else to be, but I'll say I gotta go (Gotta go)
Every time she tells me I should stay some more (Stay some more)
I'on see no drugs so fuck it I gotta go (Gotta go)
Gotta go, gotta go, I gotta go
Not a single hour lately, I don't wanna roll
Not a single meal, I wouldn't finish with a smoke
Never touch a bogie, and I put that on my soul
But I light so many woods, it's like a bought a pack of smokes
(Like I bought a pack of Belmonts, yeah)
Like I bought a pack of Newports
Living life like it's a crash course (Skrrt, skrrt)
Living life like there's a second try
I know you will but I don't think I'll die
So I'm giving everything a try
Where'd you get it and how much it cost?
How much of it cause an overdose?
I don't wanna die, but I'll get close (Bitch, I'll get close)
How much of it gonna numb my soul?
Intense emotion make me curl my toes
Fuck love, I feel it getting old
(Fuck love, I feel it getting old)