Day late and 2 dollars short

Drunk drinking
Fucked thinking
My life's short and keeps shrinking
Leave what matters for later
You ain't deep 
Single layer
Simple prayer
Asking for too much
Getting too little
Life ain't nothing but a funny funny riddle
Got lost trying to meet each other in the middle
So we're on the outskirts
Peace to the preacher
Spitting lessons to teachers
Staring at pussys through the bleachers
You can die bitch
But me first
Bleeding after sniffing tshirts
Grim reapers looking grim
Loves lost in traffic
Hate depressed don't mind being manic
Looking at lopsided decibels all I hear is static 
Talking to people that don't exist
Chewing my raw fingertips
Cause the way I figure it 
It's all hit and miss
We fall deep in pits
Getting in is easy
Getting out is a bitch
Pop a pill Netflix and chill
I swear this is the last mountain I make 
out of a mole hill