Portraits Of Tracy
DEATH WHISTLES
I think about the bad times, mostly
It’s like sometimes nobody even knows me
My girl said she won’t leave
That’s what she told me
Sometimes I think she’s losing interest slowly
Nobody understands more than jodye
That’s my dawg right there, my other half
And as I pour this liquor in my glass
Each minute that pass
I’ll harass
Any faggot that’s gon ask
About myself
I’d tell em suck a dick
Y’all only care about yallselves
I’m screaming god
I need help I’m on the verge of dying
I’m on the verge of crying
I’m so tired of trying
It’s terrifying, man
Im in a deep confusion with obsession
Shout out my girl, my ogs drew an seven
Without them fuckas my life would be a great depression
‘membered the first time I hit a Joint I was only eleven
Stole the ganja from my momma
I hope she ain’t mad
I don’t like living in the drama
Wanna be with my dad