Red Wine.

Red wine, after an afternoon of sun. I live most Of my days tryna be a better son

But I'm done, I'm doing things for me. Whether that means, like I don't know

Watching some TV or some porn. Sometimes I Wish that I was never born

I'm torn, between music and my friends. Like if I give up on one, then the other meets its end

So I try to bend, my schedule. Drinking lots of Red Bull, to stay up late at night

Just hoping that I make it. Writing 20 songs When Sadness, wraps me like a blanket

Not sure how much more my wallet could Fucking take it

Not saying that I'm poor, well actually I am. So I can't rap about no money

And I can't rap about no bitches. And I do not Own a gun

So I can't rap about no switches. I'm losing my Mind, from writing what's real