• Austin Porter •
see, I gotta be outta my head to deal with him. and I gotta be outta my head to be still with him.
see, I love him but I don't like that
I leave, but then I come right back to him
so what is the point?
I might as well sit here and roll me a joint or maybe just pour me a drink
so I can get wasted and don't have to think no more
get high as a plane
cause when we sober we drive each other insane. and we know if we don't, we gon' start fighting again
"so either we smoke, or we drink, or we break up. cause the only time we don't fight is when we drunk or we high either we smoke, or we drink, or we break up" I said as I shrugged looking at him with blood shot eyes.
I've gotta be outta my head
so I roll me swisha, pour me some liquor before we start to bicker and calling each other out our names.
like plenty bitches and niggas, arguing over all that small shit, keeps getting bigger
get me a corona out the kitchen
"boy we only get along when we high. boy we only get along when we high or drunk" I said as I looked at him as we look at each other.
《 narrators pov 》
healthy relationship or nah?
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