fucked up

[YDK]

I use to use these beats loosely,
Flowing fluidly off rhythm,
record it smoothly and hate it profusely.
I scoff, venom
Spitting poison into the microphone ruining tracks, mock; then I'm,
Back to the task of filling my flask with soco or Jack or whatever I have.
snort a couple pain killers to better my back,
But I'm still uncomfortable so I sit up an laugh.
Only an addict would use that excuse,
My backs fuckin killing me but still I refuse
To see a doctor bout the shit cuz I know he'd deduce
That the only reason it hurts is cuz I'm usually juiced!
My nerve receptors are trashed cuz their normally used
With a cocktail of percs chased with mountain dew and some booze.
So I get blitzed and write to an instrumental on YouTube
Debate over recording it and getting a few views
Change the filter on my camera distorting the hues
So you don't notice the residue in my nose from the pills I've abused.

*sniff* hold up I'ma drop some water in my nostril
Get the drip going again its almost impossible.
Keeping a steady high seemed pretty plausible
But the come downs always the worst, its only logical.

*sniff* OK I'm good now, so back to the verse
Running late again I forgot about work
Gotta get more gotta feed my addiction
Snorting lines off the counter getting high in the kitchen
Call me wat ya want I enjoy all the prescriptions
So all it boils down to is loving my afflictions.