Sit at home and drink by myself my thoughts harassin' me

Actually, as a matter of fact,

she ain't gettin' back to me.//

Said I was raised inside this gritty city, ridin' through, you probably miss me.//

Trapped inside these dreams of mine.//

Starin' inside of heaven's eyes,

the gates will never open.//

I'm smokin' on this field of hope,

waitin' 'til my deal gets closed.//

I keep gettin' hotter, but all I seem to feel is cold.//

I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you.//

This the last day of your life,

this the motherfuckin' last day

of my life.//