Misery (32 Bucks) Lyrics

32 bucks I don't know

wassup

Spending my money on top shelf drugs

Back in the day growing up around thugs

Staying true to my life doin what I must

Poppin the shit don't miss a beat

Falling down I land on my feet

Starving mothafucka gotta eat

Feeding off my own misery

Doing everything comin up with a plan

Grind don't stop gotta live to demand

Sit back playing with the pots and the pans

Babygirl I love how u dance

Almost done running up with bands

Roaming the earth I'm living my land

Certain shit got me making a stand

Evil Dead wasn't part of the plan.

Run it on back gotta get it no defeat

Brotherhood everything u gonna need

What I do for everybody bleed

Got the same vision all internally

Promising future but she got me in the past

Use to be down now I'll never look back

Eyes on the sights I'm aiming em down

Pouring up liquor I'm pouring up brown

Off the Muddy

I'm out the mud a Buddy

I'm out here I been running

Been losing close to nothing

Postal lane I'm posed to go

Outta space I'm out the world

Solar complex out for more

Better than I was before

Runnit by sicario

Mushroom like I'm Mario

Born up in the barrio

Another name for the hood

Smoking on the patio

Hi my name is Daniel

Tune into the Audio

Had to go and body em

Born out the gutter I'm Defficit

Off and write and I'm better no pessimist

Born out the gutter I'm Defficit

Off and write and I'm better no

Psychological warfare

Fuck with my head I don't care

Bring up my past I'm not there

Trynna get me pop up scare

Listening to bad vices from the depth

Y'all really don't wanna see my dead

Just the closest I can get to it

Find me not breathing laying on my bed

What y'all wanna talk about instead

Sense when something lurking in the dark

Feel my brain scatter in a spark

Thinking I didn't hear that remark

Living in a cell I'm a shark in a tank

Any day now I'm boutta break free

Prisoner of war with a good mentality

Higher power saw the best in me

Living on lie down dead inside

But I gotta keep my positivity

I crave the kiss of death

But I'm trynna fuck that bitch I don't know what's left

Killer baddie she look good

She appear in the break of dawn

Showed up when my mind was gone

Artist with the pistols drawn

32 bucks I don't know

wassup

Spending my money on top shelf drugs

Back in the day growing up around thugs

Staying true to my life doin what I must

Poppin the shit don't miss a beat

Falling down I land on my feet

Starving mothafucka gotta eat

Feeding off my own misery