Soul Burden

I got demon thought that's in my head, like I can't even trust this girl that's in my bed

And I just wanna pick your brain, let me dissect

Ain't fuckin' if your pockets low, she like "How sick"

Ain't lovin' on no bitch I couldn't fuck if I was broke 'cause it's a guarantee the second you in jail that she gon' go

I can't call you my brother, you weren't with me out there trappin' out the store, I couldn't call you when the police kicked the door