You can tell by the blank stare in my eye
I don’t give a fukk And I’m not afraid to die
Tried to put the pieces together, but I don’t  think it can,
Chasing the coke snowstorms like I’m a fukking weatherman
Hate what days are like now, without any of the hype,
Making questionable choices, gambling with my life
My connect got what I need, he’s sliding late at night,
If tonight’s gonna my last, at least I burned out bright.