Chorus:
I been up all night, I can't shut my eyes
Lost my mind months ago, runnin outta time
Feelin fragile now, drowned in Jack Daniels now
Going crazy thought we'd blow up by now

Classic Cris:
I been on some shit I been up all night, I been tryna come up with a perfect line
After perfect line, after perfect line, 4 AM n now Im out my fucking mind
Yeah Im fine leave me alone, 6 years since I been home
All my family left me to my thoughts, never see me ventin I just keep it locked

Away up in my brain, and I dont wanna talk
About it, cuz it killed me when you guys took off
No goodbye or nothin I was lost, n no one ever told me what the fuck was going on
I know my girl hate the way I cope

Turning everything into a joke, smiling everywhere I go
Even tho, any mothafuckin second I could blow ... Up
Never deserved any trust, Im perfect at fuckings things up
So dont gimme your love Ill just turn it to dust

Im not the person to say I dont give a fuck
I could look back n just say I was outta luck
Rather look back n be thankful for fuckin up
Either way, Crackhouse throw it up

GKpaypa$tak$:
True tale, I've failed over and over again in my life
And that's why I succeed, still to this day
I don't know who'd trust me, to take-
Take the winning shot, but I bet I'll bank it from the lot

My brains aching from the thought, I'm braking when you stop
And got me hating my deposit that I dropped for this life
I'd rather ride around deciding how I'll write my alibi to this cypher
Decipher who's right for the rifle, I invite em, indescribable
Lead vitamins prescribed again, its getting worse
Inside of this pen is inside of my head and I'm writing again
And I'm fighting to let it just shine and reflect that my mind isn't dim
It feels like I've been given a curse

Lying in bed and I'm trying to ventilate, higher than heaven to earth
Flying away and I'm trying to say that I'm liable to never return
I been the person to say I don;t give a fuck
Sad to look back at these days that I've given up
Half of these rappers just hate that we showing up!
Everyday Crackhouse throw it up

Dee Jay:
Where should I start
Maybe talk about em breakin my heart
Maybe why my thoughts seem so dark
Tryin New drugs for a kickstart

What is one to do when the one lovin you wasn't true
When you lock yourself up in the room
When you feel there's nothin you can prove
No friends I prefer vodka tell your girl she can ride shotgun

I don't mean to give the wrong idea but your superhero I ain't tryna be em
But I'll fuck you right for the time being
Gotchu hittin lines kinda like your skiing
Even though I warned you I could be the reason why you choose the life and end up od'ing
The thrill and the drugs that make you feel real
I fell in love with her first
And when it's said and done it's all hers pp
Your trust I swear I don't deserve it say you think I'm perfect but what's perfect without a purpose

Cj:
Thinking I'm bout to blow up
I can't cuz I show nobody love
What I been through got me fucked up
These people turning they back and show no trust

N***as talking that beef I see no guns
So I walk around fearing no one
I paid my dues n***a I owe none
And Fuck a blessing got my own funds

Daddy raised a man, yes he did
Sellin food stamps n***a you know how it is
Crying asking why my fucking momma left
Asking god can he fucking leave me dead

If he don't Ima take it to the head
In tired of the pain it's like a fucking plague
I'm losing the war but I'm winning the battle
You can do everything it don't really matter

N***as like bitches and they all talk loud
Look at my pictures, I don't have a smile
Been through some shit but I never broke down
Saw some shit but I don't tell a sound

Never been fake and won't show now
Stay to myself and I don't follow crowds
The realest of n***as in my Crackhouse
The hood made me strong never fragile