Blackout Lyrics

Black out

What am I on

Came with a bitch

And then left with a hoe

And I never came home

Shorty about to

Crash out

What am I on

Too many bitches

And not enough riches

Just give me a loan

Pass out

And I see the

Demons

What am I on

Filling my mind and they

Fillings my lungs and they

Filling my high and they

Filling my gun

Breathe in

What am I on

Might just pay jesus a visit

To listen and play him this song

Cleaning up another bitches mess

Maybe that's the reason I'm depressed

Maybe money made me feeling stressed

Pocket naked but she's wearing less

Bitches dripping she ain't even dressed

On her knees she ain't even blessed

Double d's shorty failing tests

Always dreaming I ain't even rest

One for my pockets never being filled

Two for my niggas dead or in the jail

Three for the bitches that just keep it real

Four for the niggas I might have to kill

Five for the hoes that be digging gold

Six for the soul that I never sold

Seven for my baggage now I'm on the road

Eight for my bitches I like fucking hoes

Only way to cope

Bring her to the bed

I might need a boat

Then she give me head

Ex is on the phone

He gone end up dead

Green is pretty low

But I'm seeing red

Taking frustrations out

I got no patience now

I got a 50 round

Might demonstrate it now

Niggas is trash

And I might just take him out

Cash in a drought

Thought I would make it out

I was hella close

Well I was closer than kamala getting my vote

This gotta be a joke

About to make it out

Then demons come around a pull with a rope

Running outta hope

Running outta dope

So I got to cope

Making bitches choke

Making panties soak

I might write a note

Right before I die

Right before I go

Black out

What am I on

Came with a bitch

And then left with a hoe

And I never came home

Shorty about to

Crash out

What am I on

Too many bitches

And not enough riches

Just give me a loan

Pass out

And I see the

Demons

What am I on

Filling my mind and they

Fillings my lungs and they

Filling my high and they

Filling my gun

Breathe in

What am I on

Might just pay jesus a visit

To listen and play him this song

I just need to rest

Or just give me sex

Pillow talking shorty said that I'm the best

Lack of recognition making her upset

Laying on my chest

Playing wit her breast

If her nigga call

I'm get the tech

All I need is one shot

Then he dead

We gone need a mop

Cleaning up his head

Shorty never stop

Fucking me instead

One o'clock

Two o'clock

Three o'clock

Four Time is running out

Death is knocking at the door

Five o'clock

Six o'clock

Seven and eight

Running out of patience

God is telling me to wait

God I don't get it

You wasting my time

Tired of bitches

You sending me dimes

But I need million millions of mines

What is my limit

You sending me rhymes

I might settle for committing a crime

Giving autographs but I need a sign

Cross on my chain but you crossing the line

Seeing my pain but you're going blind

What happened to my life

Where'd the money go

I just need a knife

Jesus take my soul

Black out

What am I on

Came with a bitch

And then left with a hoe

And I never came home

Shorty about to

Crash out

What am I on

Too many bitches

And not enough riches

Just give me a loan

Pass out

And I see the

Demons

What am I on

Filling my mind and they

Fillings my lungs and they

Filling my high and they

Filling my gun

Breathe in

What am I on

Might just pay jesus a visit

To listen and play him this song

What am I on

Came with a bitch

And then left with a hoe

And I never came home

Shorty about to

What am I on

Too many bitches

And not enough riches

Just give me a loan

Pass out

And I see the

What am I on

Filling my mind and they

Fillings my lungs and they

Filling my high and they

Filling my gun

What am I on

Might just pay jesus a visit

To listen and play him this song