[Verse 1]
I don't got a job 'cause I don't wanna leave the crib
When thinkin' 'bout if I should end it
Troubled times got me sitting home
Couple dollars sitting on the counter, I'm conflicted
Should I try and pocket this or leave it right out near the stove
You could make assumptions when I'm stepping in the function
But I know you fuckin' think I'm nothing I heard this shit before
Death is really nothing but a slut who tryna fuck
And when I feel her sneaking up I gotta tell her I ain't ready no

[Chorus]
And I can hear the pain in your voice when you speaking in my face
In hopes to maybe fill the void oh
But you an angel by choice so baby you ain't gotta worry
I'll be straight by the morning oh
But everytime you hold me you take it away
All the pain feel it fading away
But I just wanna hold you and make it okay
You make me think that we one and the same

[Verse 2]
Another rhyme I'm spitting will the world acknowledge this
Well fuck it, I don't want the fame or nothing
Nah I gotta different goal
Fuck your diamond wrist and golden tires on your whips
I wanna crib where I can kick it and provide got a little dough
I seen a lot of shit that fucked me up
I thought that this was just my luck
But now I got some homies I don't gotta feel alone
And yeah I wanna bitch but I can't trust a lot of them
So if I'm on my own again I guess its how its fuckin' meant to go
[Chorus]
And I can hear the pain in your voice when you speaking in my face
In hopes to maybe fill the void oh
But you an angel by choice so baby you ain't gotta worry
I'll be straight by the morning oh
But everytime you hold me you take it away
All the pain feel it fading away
But I just wanna hold you and make it okay
You make me think that we one and the same