antimatter

Tell myself this medicine won't help

Hell of an addiction, never melts the pains I felt

Contradicting meaning well, well this well is running dry

My advice is ill-advised in my eyes

Couldn't sell the gift of sight to a man who's falling blind

Penicillin Amoxicillin to a kid about to die

Reading signs through the blinds, speed limit twenty-five

So a twenty-two is fine, but a forty-five's a crime

I got stitches from switches, I was rollin' on the floor

Got no bitches or mistress, I'm not givin' up control

Focused on flows not Mrs. Missed-Her-Flow

On my own and once I blow, it's still fuck you to the hoes