Thoughts
J. Slim Lyrics

Hold up no, no, hold up, baby no
I might just kill myself if I do not kill these thoughts
I realized I might be the problem after all
I need to stop thinking it’s okay for all my friends to come and go
Think it’s easy for me, what a joke
I’m all alone you know, I don’t fuck with random hoes
I’m all alone I know, everyone gon’ walk out on me soon enough
Gon’ put the blame on them, I never blame myself
Said fuck the games, I need to ball
Said no new friends, I lost them all Can’t take this weight, I paved the way
I just got saved, I still don’t pray
I still don’t pray

All those hoes looked at me funny, I got money now they want me
It’s a new year, I got new taste
I can cop a fucking Mazi, put your hoe in some Versace
Two designer watches now I’m two faced
Look at your son, a fucking star
Got too much sauce you might miss my bars
You missed my life but who’s to blame?
This money lies, I’d do the same

Lost my mind today
I’m just sipping all this pain away
I think I might shoot my face today
It’s not a phase, no it won’t go away