F.T.W Lyrics

There ain't to much left to say that I haven't said

Wake up alone, no one asks me to come back to bed

Hard to hack the stress, thankful I've got to rap to vent

The Devil's in my ear saying I'm better moving packs again

In this black room burning green to amber, red

A bad mood and idle hands will make you dance with death

Trying to break out of her grips, but I lack the strength

Reaper said she's coming back for me, she took my man instead

Takes two to do the tango, still it's hard to bare the thought

You're really gone, something nothing could prepare me for

Deep down, I still think it should be me in the ground

But I guess that two's company, three is a crowd

So it looks like I'll be here until the bitter end

But I feel like 50 Cent, cos many men been wishing death

Flashback, last five dollars had to tick the sesh

Sipping til my piss went red, the older boys were pinning meth

Since a kid I've been depressed, got the steel city blues

Bottle my emotions let them spill in the booth

They tried to change the key, but my spirits in tune

I'm still thinking of Drew, when I sit in my room

I could never kill that pain with Oxycontin

Don't want friends I want deposits

Fuck off I don't want your sorry's

I'mma get my head right no matter what the cost is

Over thinking got it throbbing, cold heart see the frosting on it

Life's a little better, still got lots of problems

People trying to feed me drugs, feels like they want me on it

Still got all of these issues, from the pills that I misused

Drunk text her I miss you, I don't know if it's true

Trying my best, you'd still say I'm the worst

Too much pain in my chest, put the pain in my verse

Black Carhartt head-to-toe cos I came here to work

Repping Fith cos without him I'd be laid in a hearse

Don't think anyone could understand the lengths he went

To get me off the bench and in the booth just to let me vent

All the time that you invest, never hedged your bets

BTS, cleaning up behind me when my heads a mess

Even if it kills me, I'll blow us up like kamikaze

Make the van a Maserati, they paid us if we're at their party

Bunch of semi chub flops, they're just acting hard G

It's child's play, ain't a toy, but I've been pashing Barbies

I feel like Swae Lee, I ain't go no type

Used to bender every weekend was a low life

No lights now my futures looking so bright

Pour out for the dead and for the living I wish more life

But I can't lie, my enemies can rot in hell

Plotting while they're puffing twirls, deserved it if I fucked your girl

Names divisive, loved or hated in the underworld

Both middle fingers up, steady screaming fuck the world

I feel like Swae Lee, I ain't go no type

Used to bender every weekend was a low life

No lights now my futures looking so bright

Pour out for the dead and for the living I wish more life

But I can't lie, my enemies can rot in hell

Plotting while they're puffing twirls, deserved it if I fucked your girl

Names divisive loved or hated in the underworld

Both middle fingers up, steady screaming fuck the world