Lately I been empty as my grave Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name Just too many things that don't make sense You tryna be happy or you tryna be right, huh? I'm tryna be high, and I just might I used to get so fucked up, I was tryna make my whole heart numb I was a gone pecan, my girl look at me like I'm fucking nuts Can't believe I wasted so many of my days Wishin' my life was something that could be remade Lyin' in the middle of a fine line between life and death Lyin' to my people, promisin' that I'll always try my best To break the thermometer, I got first planet problems Pluto boy, the forgotten one, the prodigal son, I'ma walk on the Sun Like maybe one day I'll be perfect in every way and then I'll feel okay But every day passes by, I keep on waitin' and waitin' and wastin' away Gave up my whole life to suicide, now I'm just biding my time till the grave I'm grateful that people say me and Scrim saved the day, or at least that's what they claim I can break a hundred for ya, but nothing else has changed Chained to my own name, the key was never fame What is my purpose? Was all this on purpose? Ruby can't be saved, but Oddy Nuff, he deserves it Lately I been empty as my grave Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name Just too many things that don't make sense You tryna be happy or you tryna be right? Fuck I'm tryna be high, you can tell by the Sprite Yeah, smokin' up on the job, I'm twistin' 'za until my fingers hurt Thought I was prayin' in church, but nah, I'm nodding off a couple Perc's TRX all black like it can't wait to be a fuckin' hearse I been lookin' my best, but inside, fuck, I never felt more worse Stealin' my granny pills, she's going through withdrawals and don't even know it Tell everybody I'm good, but they like: Huh, you don't speak or show it Lookin' my face in the mirror to see where I can tat, I don't give a fuck Couple psych meds goin' through my guts, kick a bitch out, fuckin' with my buzz Yeah, sprayin' that Gucci on me help to cover my rottenness Went from flexin' money to stackin' my chips anonymous Been duckin' death and taxes, I ain't really got time to bitch Tryna stop my shine, but no, they never could find the switch I pull up and shoot this bitch from anywhere like Stojakovic Pourin' up lean, reading 3:16 in the book of John Paranoid, buyin' up ammo, stackin' it in the garage Throw the threes up, miss the four, just to go 5 out of 9