Living off Failure - Chetta

Baby I don’t need your hope

I’d be lying if I told

Tell the truth if I was you

They’d find me hanging by a rope

Probably slanging by the store

Got that iron tight swole

Get your mind right, woe

Skip the line type flow

I’m in that right mind mode

Coming to take what’s owed

I’ve been at war since you left me

Could I see you once more

Take a drag of my smoke

Take a fix at me broke

I’ve been burned once before

Won’t let it happen anymore

And I’m still

Living off failure (x8)

That’s why I fail at everything

Who the fuck is me?

I’ve been heavily intoxicatingly

Second guessing me

And for the record, Rest in Peace

All my fucking needs

Who could recommend

Some fucking peace

Could you pretty please

Take a second overdosing

On some new depressants

Taking back what isn’t mine

It’s kinda hard to chest it

Feel neglected in my mind

But that’s just my perspective

You’ll get the message over time

I’m wasting every second

And I still