Black Lung

Cocaine in the bag gone
Still smoking with a black lung
I don’t think that imma last long
I don’t think that imma last long
Cocaine in the bag gone
Still smoking with a black lung
I don’t think that imma last long
I don’t think that imma last long
Blacked out two nights straight, I need a break
But sundown comes, I cop another 8th
One bottle, that’s me, right to the face
We’ll try sobriety again another day
The room is spinning when I get to the party
My girl be texting me like «are you good?» I tell her well probably
Then I pass out waiting for my food to arrive
And do the same damn thing for the rest of my life
Cocaine in the bag gone
Still smoking with a black lung
I don’t think that imma last long
I don’t think that imma last long
Cocaine in the bag gone
Still smoking with a black lung
I don’t think that imma last long
I don’t think that imma last long
Stop giving me drugs
I don’t want to relapse
I just need some love
I don’t need no rehab
That’s what I say as I swallow the pill
The truth hurts, and it’s worse, with no bottle to kill
But it’s-
Fun to function without no fucks
So-
Run to something, I don’t know what
Cocaine in the bag gone
Still smoking with a black lung
I don’t think that imma last long
I don’t think that imma last long
Cocaine in the bag gone
Still smoking with a black lung
I don’t think that imma last long
I don’t think that imma last long
Cocaine in the bag gone
Still smoking with a black lung
I don’t think that imma last long
I don’t think that imma last long