It's 3 o'clock in the mornin
I cannot sleep, I am zonin
Jump in the whip, take a ride
Cruise the streets & get high
Reflecting deep on my past, man
Life's movin' too fast
Turn on some tunes, feel it right
Let the beat be my guide
Sometimes I feel so alone &
I cannot pick up the phone
It's just too hard to reach out
When you're so stuck in this cloud
I'm starin' at my reflection
Askin' myself for direction
Threw my fist into the glass
To watch it bleed, feel it last
Maybe I did it to feel
Maybe I did it to chill
Needed to remember I'm real
Sometimes I feel like I've killed
The man I thought that I am
But that person, may he be damned
'Cause I'ma rise up again
And be the best that I can, fuck it
Please, oh god, have mercy
I'm just tryna live my life
Visions now of pullin' a Mercielago
Understand I'm tryna survive
Mercy, Mercy
Mercy, Mercy
Understand I'm tryna survive
I'm just tryna drip on ya lately
Understand I'm tryna survive my life
Understand I'm tryna survive
Me & you, we're tryna survive
So many feelin's I'm dealin'
And my head's spinnin' & spinnin'
Man, I'm just trying to win it
But my vice strong like a demon
Force me to break down & give in
I've got no answers or healin'
But I'll keep dealin' & dealin'
Find a way out while I'm breathin'
You hear the pain in this song
Figure out the right from the wrong
But baby don't wait too long
'Cause tomorrow I might be gone
To my addiction, I'm bound
No sympathy to be found
So pull me out 'fore I drown
Or buried 6' underground
Please, oh god, have mercy
I'm just tryna live my life
Visions now of pullin' a Mercielago
Understand I'm tryna survive
Mercy, Mercy
Mercy, Mercy
Understand I'm tryna survive
I'm just tryna drip on ya lately
Understand I'm tryna survive my life
Understand I'm tryna survive
Me & you, we're tryna survive
Fraggin', I'm draggin'
I P-C-ate you, race flaggin'
I need you & your distractions
I need you countin' my stacks
Back of the truck & we fuckin'
Lovin' you suckin my neck &
You're gone, I'm zoned in, I'm ownin'
What's left? This bottle of Patron
Cop a couple of shots
Enough to hide from the cops
Enough to hide from the thoughts
Buried inside that I've thought
Rock bottom's right where I sit
How many rips 'till I'm lit
How long 'till I got to shit
A couple mil on this drip
Rock bottom's right where I sit
How many rips 'till I'm lit