Web of Lies (Slowed To Perfection)

Ahh I need more liquor
I get so mothafuckin' high I feel the breath of god
And I'm sure that my demise will be televised
Know you see through my disguise and see I'm dead inside
But just don't look me in my eyes and see the web of lies
I be walking round faded, Shit I'm tipsy too
I be thinking bout you baby, Hope you miss me too
Wonder if I went for it would you kiss me too
Back and forth up in my head, I hope you iffy too
But I won't ask about it
I don't know what I'ma do without that ass around me
Wonder what you tell ya family when they ask about me
Do they still ask? I know some things changed
I know the times is different
Odds is niggas you had up on the side been killin' shit
Or was he only getting play, when I wasn't acting right
Type of shit I'm thinkin' when I stare at the black of night
Used to treat our situations like they was black and white
Realizing now that there's way more color to em
Better to fuss and fight, then sit there and struggle through em
Maybe. She said he was her Lyft, but I seen that nigga in here DMs
Like "Lemme pick you up from his crib, make you my BM"
At one point, shit, I even thought the same
That if I gave the bitch a kid it might just make me change
And if I gave the bitch a kid it might just make me sane
I really wonder which one of us made the first move
Both holding on just in hopes we'd feel loved
Can't put the bottle down but you was the real drug
She said I love you baby boy
I said how you really feel?
You keep feeding me them lies, you'll be my achilles heel
Guess this love shit wasn't made for us
Way back when it started should've gave it up
You hate me with ya soul but you know im better
Than any nigga you fuckin
You wanted this forever and now it's me that you duckin
I ain't mad at you baby just do what you do
Hit me back when you through being you
Chocolate body and my soul is true to my skin
Hate that I'd melt inside ya palm but thats true to within
I thought I put it all away, never thought I'd fold
But smoking been the only way to cope, and
I get so mothafuckin' high I feel the breath of god
And I'm sure that my demise will be televised
Know you see through my disguise and see I'm dead inside
But just don't look me in my eyes and see the web of lies
I get so mothafuckin' high I feel the breath of god
And I'm sure that my demise will be televised
Know you see through my disguise and see I'm dead inside
But just don't look me in my eyes and see the web of lies
Bitch