YCK - Souls & Secrets Lyrics

Packing burning tight while I roll (while I roll)
Demons on my back want my soul (want my soul)
Kept that shit myself never sold (never sold)
Got a couple secrets never told (never told)

Going comatose slipping Imma overdose
Real tired of these bitches reading fucking horoscopes
I've been cheating everyday as far as being sober goes
Been escaping dark and death but I wasn't hoping though

Home and I'm alone I just watch the clock tick
New paint all around me I could watch the walls drip
Popping open bottles got Mescato champagne
Drinking every fucking drop I forgot my last name

Well's run dry nothing coming out the faucet
Money's looking real tight only got what's in my pocket
Motherfucker buy my tape and support your local artist
Only need a fucking dollar I can call that buy a bargain

Told me no enough bitch don't even get me started
Like you never even heard me but I bet I'm going the farthest
Tired of all these people doubting I don't get a chance
Like you really can't afford it bitch I'll remember that

Packing burning tight while I roll (while I roll)
Demons on my back want my soul (want my soul)
Kept that shit myself never sold (never sold)
Got a couple secrets never told (never told)

Slumped on the couch got the munchies then I bounce
Pulling right up to the store taking cash out my account
Sipping lemonade and getting faded everyday
Bitch I'm here to raise the bar all I do is elevate

I don't come around I don't spend time with a joke
Little homeless motherfucker you don't got a place to go
Bitch you're sleeping on the ground no blanket staying cold
Just remember all the wrongs and the addy that you sold

You don't got a friend bitch you're looking real pathetic
And nobody wants your sorries you can just go and forget it
Lemme write another diss that I hope you go remix
Hanging on by just a thread perfect timing to evict

Something you should know cause I don't really give a fuck
Bout a pussy ass poser bitch who's music fucking sucks
Stay right in your lane boy you're cutting real close
I don't think you oughta know me yeah I think it's best you go

Packing burning tight while I roll (while I roll)
Demons on my back want my soul (want my soul)
Kept that shit myself never sold (never sold)
Got a couple secrets never told (never told)