​whore 211 lyrics

[Verse]
This b*tch got me so exhausted, tell me why I shouldn't grab the razor
They like, "Oh, he lost it", pop a handful, I'm trying to meet my maker
I been off the drugs since a freshman, Nitrous Oxide got me braindead
Hell, mom like, "Where you going?", trying to get my steps in
Shedding pounds, smoking cones till my head split
I'm a f*cking zombie, feel my ribcage
Wish you'd f*cking hold me, what a mistake
I been trying to OD, extra intake
Finna go on a little spree, I got my list made