Thought you were a gift
Running on diesel fuel
But you a fool
And made me one two
Three kids on my own
You know I ain’t gon make it
This 18 wheeled semi- relationship
Is running on fumes
Like you in the night
Not even tryna fight no more
Just give me a break
A spare tire
Or an axle to ride on
Cause I can’t get high on
The same love you're giving me
Half dead off some sleep meds
Can’t catch rest
Cause you got me living on the wrong block
Pull the glock before the clock had a second to think
I’m on the brink.