

Prompt / Lyrics
The drugs may take my soul and make me lose control. I’m currently in my lows thinking the drugs will make me whole. Wiping the Percocet off her nose as she’s taking off her clothes. I told her “I don’t know” and she told me with her there’s hope. I feel ashamed because I missed my goals. Got me thinking I should aim a gun to my skull. Maybe I should put a knife to my throat unless these drugs make me comatose. I’m getting high right now alone putting my pain into these notes and if I ever overdose I’ll be here for you as a ghost. I’m having flashbacks of the past. It’s like Nostalgia mixed with toxic gas. Feeling like I’m about to collapse these messages keep giving me anxiety attacks. A blast from the past I did the real growing up in the real world. Full of fake girls wanting diamonds and pearls. So much pain I need a epidural. So much blood I keep my eyes closed then the drama unfolds leaving holes in my skull. It’s a lot of shit to reminisce when I’m old. That’s if I make it through this though. To live until I’m grey and old. Like Ozzy and hulk I’ll try to escape dying young and prove to the family I raised on my own that I went through so much to be the person I become from the trauma and drugs that made me numb. The drugs may take my soul and make me lose control. I’m currently in my lows thinking the drugs will make me whole. Wiping the Percocet off her nose as she’s taking off her clothes. I told her “I don’t know” and she told me with her there’s hope. With her there’s hope that I won’t go but she doesn’t exist anymore. Stuck in my head that’s for sure. Sleeping alone in my bed without closure. How the fuck am I supposed to keep my composure when I always feel like a god damn loser? All these tracks lead to the same place. Taking to many pills I can’t feel my face. I let you put my heart in your safe. I don’t have the code though that’s a shame. If life was a zombie Id have no trouble with my aim. Blast a whole in life’s head just like a game. Outside waiting in the rain. Thought she was different but just the same. I keep dwelling on the fact that they don’t have my back but as the fucking time passes I’ll soon be in a casket. I’m kinda old fashioned but I have a hint of magic even though my life is tragic I can still be a savage. The drugs may take my soul and make me lose control. I’m currently in my lows thinking the drugs will make me whole. Wiping the Percocet off her nose as she’s taking off her clothes. I told her “I don’t know” and she told me with her there’s hope. There’s no hope here. (Medicine in You)
Tags
Emo Rap, Trap, Indie Punk, Guitar, Bass, Hard Beats
3:15
No
12/1/2025