11:11

You fucking with it? Yea?
Yuh
Man I ain’t even tryna do this right now this is fucked up
Yall got me fucked up
Sometimes I look inside of mirrors for the deeper picture
But only end up taking selfies smoking weed with liquor
I’m on the brink of life or death I think I need your scripture
God can you please help me rise above and finally free the stricture
Of everything up on my mind that’s turned into a fixture
For Satan spawn and demons caught within my head to flicker
Anxiety is just apart of whats inside my swisher
Guilt shame worry pain plus regret rolld in the mixture
Lotta long nights, Lit without lights
I can’t evn see straight how the fuck I’m gon write
Bitch I’m thinking bout life
That’s why I woke up half asleep with my knife
I gotta do this for my family who been treating me right
But suicide is creeping up it’s like a thief in the night
You’d think I’m living in the projects on the street with my strife
Yikes
Hook:
1 for the money, 2 for the fame
3 for the psychedelics bitches and shame
Lets go
1 for the money, 2 for the fame
3 for the psychedelics bitches and shame
(Uh huh)