On One - Sicx, Loki

These blackened memories, of taking things to extremities

Creeping through crops of indica when i was but knee high

Laying up in the cut with gangsters, military and ex G. Is, recollect now

Nothing but 80 proof in my canteen, neck to the guillotine, recollect the shit

i seen

, leads me to think they gone bleed me, that’s why, my, lord believe me

They what don’t kill you makes you stronger, but the scars run deep and nights

is longer when you can’t sleep

and the type of company i keep, indo smoking, gun smoking, laced up in straight

jackets laughing, khakis sagging

Round about the crack of my ass., smoke until i’m choking, until my throat gets

like broken glass

Drinking till i’m not thinking, feeling like i’m sinking, heavy handed,

such as it is, this gun never weighed so much

This hair trigger to the touch, one knuckled in my grip, cracking chuckles as i

slip, telling my woman «don't trip»

I got this function for self destruction, of which, you can’t change Loki for

shit

(I got so much trouble on my mind)

(Can't seem to find my place in life)

(Something's telling me that I don’t have much time)

(Maybe I can die in my sleep tonight)

(I'm on one)

This entire life of mines got me loccing up off the edge, I don’t like to give

a fuck

(I'm on one)

Push the button I give up, might as well live up to my name and go to hell

(I'm on one)

My closet demons got me drinking till i blank out, can’t stop until i’m tanked

out

(I'm on one)

That lost it one to many times, cashing my chips and buy my pine box so my mind

rocks

Let this be my last day on earth i’m tired of this shit, these niggas got no

love, none lost

But who can I turn to when the heat gets thick, look around, no ones found

So this English keeps me at bay from EBKing off the hook, swallow my pride,

waste my kids, from ho ass mamas i’m dead inside

(let the lead ride)

Give me head, i’m out for lunch, be back at 6, smiley face from sucking my

bigger than your’s could ever be dick

Struck the ticker, throw hearts in the river, all you morts set tripping

But i’m super nigga style off that Mossberg licking, Now what done nutted up

(up, up)

More times than budded up (up, up)

See i’m spending my last days drunk as fuck its hard to get up, a nigga needs

help

To the voices, now i’m seeing objects done moved

Only choice is to get on one cause after your mind you ain’t got nothing to lose

And i’m off that super bomb, kill your mom, redrum, coughing up that Luke

chapter 8 verse 29 now split my tone

Locked in the bathroom cause the half moon got my hormones acting up

Over are cracking up, hit the walls tough for me cause i’m fucked

cut, off what, the hell ever, the storm

Never felt this lost before throw the rest of my life out the door at all costs

Straight, can’t breath, don’t want your rope just let me drown in

Don’t want to be found, you smell the smoke and the (stinky smell of my brains

on my mamma’s back porch)

Who would of thought, got caught up in this life or death thang,

fought for every thing i had left but still, can’t walk

Realistically, zip up the body bag ain’t nobody missing me, nigga so drink up

(I got so much trouble on my mind)

(Can't seem to find my place in life)

(Something's telling me that I don’t have much time)

(Maybe I can die in my sleep tonight)

(I'm on one)

This entire life of mines got me loccing up off the edge, I don’t like to give

a fuck

(I'm on one)

Push the button I give up, might as well live up to my name and go to hell

(I'm on one)

My closet demons got me drinking till i blank out, can’t stop until i’m tanked

out

(I'm on one)

That lost it one to many times, cashing my chips and buy my pine box so my mind

rocks