Prada - Sunday Morning lyrics

(Hook) Empty forty on my nightstand I tried to make it through the night mad I'm f**ing tired of this rap sh** Land face first on my mattress Mouth droolin' who am I foolin' Silly truant, life ruined (Verse 1) Got shot gla**es all over the counter Prescription d** got me sour Trying to get myself into the shower But it's real f**ing hard to get clean 6 am, on the bus, can I get a cigarette yo? So I'll stay home and crack the cigarello Fill it with some exo then record a sh**ty demo I drink my coffee black, f** it, eatin' til' I'm really fat Stuck in a rock and a hard place But the rock is the coke And the hard place is my hopes Life s**s, and the only antidote is the dope I looked up - tried to find god I can't see him Am I blind god? As a matter of fact, define god (Hook) Empty forty on my nightstand I tried to make it through the night mad I'm f**ing tired of this rap sh** Land face first on my mattress Mouth droolin' who am I foolin' Silly truant, life ruined (Verse 2) What's life without the hangover I'm fixated with the end, but it ain't over Drown my thoughts with a half can of miller Can't drive, swervin' to the side 4 am, Sunday morning, so deserving of this high Trying to find a purpose and I'm staring in the sky Do I snatch some purses, or do I stay a worthless kinda guy (Hook) Empty forty on my nightstand I tried to make it through the night mad I'm f**ing tired of this rap sh** Land face first on my mattress Mouth droolin' who am I foolin' Silly truant, life ruined