Prescription Drugs – D-block Europe – letras

YeahI drop prescription pills up in my cup, these drugs tear me apartI’m talking to myself alone in my room like I lost the plotAnd every Friday, I still keep my bro LB in my duasThe strongest dominating character’s always been from a lotAnd I was creeping on my BM, she was pregnant, what a arseThat shit got toxic, she had to leave, my daughter’s a fresh startMeeting with my counsellor, she shook her head, said, « What a past »Closed visits tryna dap Gutta through the glassI watch my daughter grow through pictures, makes me sad but makes me laughI’m tryna chase my dream but see her once a week, that’s not enoughOi, broski, fill me up ’cause I ain’t tryna feel a thingHow the fuck the fakest niggas always say the realest things?And if I could go back in time then I would never let the devil inTold my new lady, « Me and you gonna do everything »I’m married to the game but I ain’t got no wedding ringIt’s hard to confess that that codeine my medicineAnd if I could go back in time then I would never let the devil inTold my new lady, « Me and you gonna do everything »I’m married to the game but I ain’t got no wedding ringIt’s hard to confess that that codeine my medicineI got my Styrofoam cup, mix this thing with alcoholFirst time we fuck, don’t tell a soul, they’ll never knowAnd I turn that pussy to a waterfallI make that pussy do a somersaultMake us argue, think you know it allShe said « Money can’t buy love »Girl, I’m only trying onceI’m a thug but I need these hugs, tooEat that pussy? I’d love toEat that pussy like fast foodThink I see myself in you, I won’t put it past youI watch my daughter grow through pictures, makes me sad but makes me laughI’m tryna chase my dream but see her once a week, that’s not enoughOi, broski, fill me up ’cause I ain’t tryna feel a thingHow the fuck the fakest niggas always say the realest things?And if I could go back in time then I would never let the devil inTold my new lady, « Me and you gonna do everything »I’m married to the game but I ain’t got no wedding ringIt’s hard to confess that that codeine my medicine