Yours ft. Toni Rose
Every time you come around
I'm right there for your every need
All you gotta do is call and I'm yours once again
Why can't you let me be
You know I'm head over heels for you
Just a toy for your every please and you don't give a shit about me

Stomach full of whiskey
Laying on the roof of reminiscing
Nose is filled with pillies
Bumping to all the tunes we used to listen
Clouds are moving slow
Then we start take off our cloths
The moon is shining down on us
And makes our bodies glow
Depressed as fuck making love
Our body’s got a hundred cuts
Pеople think we are nuts
Try to say that somеthing is wrong with us
Blood is running down my hands
But she don’t think I’m crazy
I’m just trying the best that I can
To not kill myself lately
Every time you come around
I'm right there for your every need
All you gotta do is call and I'm yours once again
Why can't you let me be
You know I'm head over heels for you
Just a toy for your every please and you don't give a shit about me  (uh uh)

Is about too late
Put me in my resting place
Is my confession tape to execute myself is from internal hate
I started drinking of the age of twelve
Look what I became
When I started using needles
Shit that’s where my life was changed
Uh but momma raised me well
Did that with no help
My pop kick the rocks
While she did that shit all by herself
She would go to work
I would take the liquor off the shelf
I was getting bumped
Hoping that my mom could never tell yo

Every time you come around
I'm right there for your every need
All you gotta do is call and I'm yours once again
Why can't you let me be
You know I'm head over heels for you
Just a toy for your every please (yeah)
And you don't give a shit about me
(Uh)
I can’t get no sleep
My nights are full of stressed and nicotine
I’ll guess I’ll have a drink and continue this cycle of routine
One more whiskey one more wine
One more squeeze two more lines
I did too many  think I’m dying
Am I Tripping yeah I’m fine
Oh I’m having visions of me living life I’m getting rich
Home walking out the crib
Surrounded with a picket fence
Living extravagant
Providing for the wife and kids
And never having limits on the money I can spend