Victim

Ugh

They're throwing parties at the crackhouse

But, it ain't a party when everybody's done passed out

Underaged intoxication, everyone's on drugs

So take another shot, white girl about to black out

All of these rapist boutta tell me they blew her back out

Somehow I ain't surprised, they got demons in their eyelids focusing on videos of trafficking in private

I'm so used to isolation, I adore the silence

But it ain't too quiet living in autopilot

Allowing your addictions to dictate over subconscious altercations when on medication ain't too cautious

Secrets in your closet, you boutta have to wash them