I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit four shots of that Tron but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit ah bag of that purp but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit four of them Vicodines but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Same doodoo different toilet, but it ain't gon change nothing

And it ain't gon take away this pain that's buried in my soul
And it ain't gon take away the fact that boy left me cold
And it ain't gon bring my homies back I hope they made it in
And it ain't gon change these bills due every month before the tenth
No I ain't got no rent right now I'm in ah Fema trailer
Mold growing in it got me coughing up that green and yellow
And the stressing got my head hurting my only hope is Jesus
Cause the dope just cover it up if I counted on that I'de be out here fiening

I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit four shots of that Tron but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit ah bag of that purp but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit four of them Vicodines but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Same doodoo different toilet, but it ain't gon change nothing

And still I'm gon wake up to the same mess I'm looking for more than this
I'll have to stay high all my life trying to ignore this here
I'm tired of this anger, I'm tired of this pain, I'm tired of these boys playing these games
I'm tired of this sin and if I drink that gin I'm gon sin again
And I try to do right but I know if I see that boy I'm gon touch him again
Then ask you to forgive me
Lord I then did it again
Lord I know that you died
And washed it away
But I can't lie to myself I know I been abusing your grace
And I feel sick inside
I hate my ways I must be crazy
To go back to that death this flesh is filthy I need you to change me
And I know you are and these trials and tribulations, they pushing me up
But it's so easy to just say screw it lay back and light me a gar

I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit four shots of that Tron but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit ah bag of that purp but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit four of them Vicodines but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Same doodoo different toilet, it ain't gon change nothing

I got a war against my soul trying to fight these demons
When they riding my back at night and waking me up I gotta call on Jesus
Trying to take my mind three four five in the morning I'm crying for peace and
Trying to talk but they slurring my speech in my dreams they know If I say it they leaving
You said be sober and diligent and watch cause your adversary out there seeking
Whom may he devour
He want to sift us like flour
Sift us like wheat but your word is our weapon its truth and the devils a liar
You ain't gon win you should have killed me when I was out there wilding
Haha yous a defeated foe
Thy Lord rebuke you get behind me you gots to flee and go
See I learned that I don't have to be a slave to sin no more
The flesh gon act up but I crucify it Jesus is the Messiah

I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit four shots of that Tron but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit ah bag of that purp but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Hit four of them Vicodines but it ain't gon change nothing
I feel Like Popping something, Smoking something, Drinking something
Same doodoo different toilet, it ain't gon change nothing

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Writer(s): Stephanie Lewis