Drug Therapy

High speeds late nights if I crash I'm dead

Think I need some therapy I stay up in my head

having a good day until I think bout what you said

I know you can't get over me I'm knowing that's the plan

My memory not here with me I grew up popping xans

They gon play it like a enemy but really just a fan

Why you play like you was here for me I do not understand

It's like I'm taking all these drugs and you still don't understand

So conceited when I scream for help Bae I hope you hear it

Run away from my death but I still feel like it's near me

Think the drugs helping me but I hope that they don't kill me