Motel 666

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Put the blame on me
Blew the whole advance, I went back to broke
Motel 6 feet below
Spent it on a chain and designer clothes

Nothin' in the bank, but I still got hoes
I spent it on my old friends
Never mix business with emotions
Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest

Hit the potion, three-wheel motion
Yeah, my luck ran short, gary coleman
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave

I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Everybody kept callin', had to change my line
Don't ask how I'm doin', 'cause I'm doin' just fine

Feel it in my chest, feel it in my spine
Goin' through withdrawals, I got money on my mind
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave

I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave

I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
(One, two)
(One, two, three, go)

Get the fuck out my face, lil' bitch
I'ma come back hard and write on my wrist
No more handouts, I ain't givin' shit
Suck my dick