M.I.A.

Oooo, so how I'm finna start shit?

I wanna blame her love, but it's the drugs that left me heartless

My niggas think I'm trippin' 'cause I can't put down the solo

It's been a long road, all alone in this darkness

But oooh, bottles on bottles, bitch, I'm wasted

I'm off a couple drugs, that's why my eyes are dilated

Easy to face the blunt, but all my problems I escape

'Cause we weren't born into wealth, me and my whole family self-made

Find me in the gates of hell, they say that's where rockstars get paid

And this is me crying for help, but Satan called and said it's late

Anarchy, fuck it, rebel, don't wanna argue nor debate

Three am, fuck the hotel, we making music state to state