What's it like to be turned black n blue
facing the mirror
to convince yaself that this is cool
cause
where you supposed to start from?
where you supposed to run
instead of loading his gun?
and blasting us both out of here
tell me,
*hits blunt
what's it like to be turned black n blue?
embarrassed to admit
you let that mf hit
you
again
and he hit!
that pussy
that same night
everytime
and they staring like they know
you relinquished all control
tell me
where am I supposed to go? huh.
*puff
momma can't see me like this
call up work like
"yeah Idk, woke up feeling sick"
tell me,
black and blue where do I run to? huh.
*puff
when blood calls you up
just to remind you
all the reasons you ran
from one scary hand to another
tell me
...
As if I'm worth it
I live life like I believe that I deserve it
the blunts aren't sufficing,
instead they're multiplying by the Ps
I drink on the daily
and my kidneys feel weak
I beg all your lords to forgive me
for my soul he wasn't tryna keep
