Falling

This shit's a beast, at least to me, I can't have just three

I want it all, it feels so good, I ain't got time to ball

I'll take a fall if they try to take it all, down the drain

and my brain says it's time to make a call,

And so I called you, 50 meds is on the plate

You called 9-1-1 because my death you could not take

I left that damage in my wake, surf the earth, now I'm awake

Looking down and there's sound like they hung up on my fate

And my clothes are in a crate, I don't know where I'm going

Just a trip to the VA, I'm going crazy, and they're knowing