Issues Lyrics

I just woke up from an overdose

I think it's over though

Down on the ground, and the floor is cold

But I can't get up, I have vertigo

I just got high on my own supply

But I almost hope that I'm almost dry

Cuz I see my future with open eyes

And I don't really think I like it

I think I'm an addict

More than just a habit

I can't go a day without it

This is baggage

I'll be honest

I think I could have a problem

I might end up drowning

Sleepin in my shower

Bad beginnings turn to tragic endings

Misdirection quick to take me back a step

Guess I'm defective

I don't follow factory settings

Need your feedback

All you do is give me static

And I'm really close to losing focus

On what I thought was most important

I'm always goin through the motions

I'm so emotionless

I can't really cope with this

I want this weight off my shoulders

No, I want a way out and closure

I'm sick and tired of feelin broken

I found out as I'm gettin older

I don't have time to wait and hope for a thing

I keep my options open

This what I told her

I know I got issues and shit

Cuz I need prescriptions to sleep

Why you all up in my phone

Instead of all up in my sheets

I lie in bed, I'm up all night

I think I been awake for weeks

Cuz all we do is fuck and fight

And I can feel it cuttin deep

You talkin rich, yeah I been that

Fucked on your bitch, yeah I did that

I'm in her mouth like a pen cap

Then I give her pipe while she bend back

Yeah, I had the pies by the 10 pack

And I started out with a 10 sack

I'm just tryna get my percent back

My diamonds wet like they swim laps

My pieces kickin, throwin tantrums

If you ain't strapped, then pull your pants up

Ballin on em, that's an AND1

I just flew down to Orlando

I used to hide it in the bando

Now I just ride around with bankrolls

I don't provide for any skank hoes

Canary diamonds do the tango

My pinky ring look like a mango

My chains swingin, let em hang low

These lil dogs, they bit my ankles

I had to take a different angle

Seven digits what I'm chasin

I don't got no type of patience

For laziness, shady shit, fuckery, fakery

Whippin like slavery to make the paper

It's mine for the taking

I know I got issues and shit

Cuz I need prescriptions to sleep

Why you all up in my phone

Instead of all up in my sheets

I lie in bed, I'm up all night

I think I been awake for weeks

Cuz all we do is fuck and fight

And I can feel it cuttin deep