[Chorus: coven]
Yeah bitch, I'm too fucked up, I can't even walk right
Put that deuce insi-side my cup and now I'm feelin' very right
Put that tablet in my stomach, now I fucked up my insides
Feds pull up lookin' for pills
Tell 'em to turn off that motherfuckin' light
And I just wanna fuckin die
Posted with needles, we poke like a knife
Too sick, more like two leeches
Steal my vibe
With my sickle and I'm fuckin' reapin'
All night
Dead body in basement it's reekin'
Ain't alive
Ship them pills overseas to the 'Ricans
Terrorize
Gettin' fucked up it ain't evеn the weekend
Livin' life
Barrеd out bitch I ain't even seein' with my eyes

[Verse: Needles]
Posted with coven that's a scary sight
Like Saya I'm tryna see blood tonight
Bitch I might end my own fuckin' life
Put the blade to my tongue
And I'm gonna slice
Was stuck in the dark, now I see a light
Take to many drugs, I'm rollin' the dice
Fourteenth on my body, like moth I get fly
Pop me a erky I'm tryna get fried
They copy my swag but I don't even try
Oxycontin got my mouth really dry
Just tell me you love me when you look in my eyes
Had couple fake friends, yeah, I had to cut ties
I'm still abusing, I'm sorry I lied
My bro keep a stick like he blind
I'm sipping on blood not wine
S2ms think I got the swine
[Verse 2: luvwillow]
I’m sick to my stomach, I feel like I'm dying
I can’t fuck with bitches that always be lying
I’m faded as fuck, no I don’t wanna talk
Your bitch a real eater and she do not stop
Got K in my nose, got koji on my toes
I'm posted with coven my shooter on go
Give me an oxy so I feel alright
I’m emo at heart, I dont care if I die
Kpins fuck my heart up
So nauseous I might throw up
I wear shit you don’t know of
Like fuck fourteenth, fuck goa
These whippits got me braindead so I’m feeling really silly
Don’t ask me where your bitch is at, she’s prolly sipping with me

[Verse 4: coven]
She prolly sippin' with me
At my house
She said put that dick in me
In her mouth
There ain't one thing
That can amount
One two mg
Sittin' in my bowels
And she keep chewin' me
Right down
To the bone
Sick to my stomach
With no meds I'm alone
And that boy tryna call, he got feds on his phone
Better hope the pull up 'fore I come with my pole
I might throw up, I feel nauseous inside my bones
Talkin' about me, got my dick in his throat
Talkin' about me, you don’t know that I tote
Finna write all the wrongs that you wrote