Anemic - Cam Meekins

She was anemic, I told her I was hemochromatosis

She don’t believe it

And now she acting like she don’t know me

But let me take it to the back room, let me take it to the tippy top

Let me live my dreams then stop

Let me get high when you lick my lips

Let me get by when you talk that shit

Let me go fuck myself, right?

That’s what you mean when you stopped responding?

Waited all night but I still got nothing.

Fuck it, I’m like fuck you women

Woah, w-w-w-why you gotta do that?

Why you gotta play me everyday and put me through that?

Why you gotta tell me that you love me then leave

W-w-why you gotta gimme gimme gimme your disease

And I tellem like

Gone in a blink of an eye

And my eyes leak in amazement

As I ride try to clock get high and I drop feeling unappreciated

Cuz if I gotta ride switch sides I pray I die and I hit the pavement

Cuz I ride for you, do I die for you?

Baby girl and you know ain’t shit to play with

Well if I watch you, beg to me «Can't you just stay a bit?»

But if I left would you get struck when you know this shit is dangerous

All I wanna do, all I’m gunna do is hold you close cuz time is wastin'

And I know it gets hard sometimes, I can’t lie I still need my baby

Put it all in a pot and I fuck my pain I burn a couple of pounds

I cover your phone with messages feelin' so low write in my clouds

You got me chasin' you, but please don’t give me the run-around

I know what I said, I don’t mean it but I don’t dumb it down

I’ll take a night on the town

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

So many bad bitches up in my room

Looking up at the moon

I’m on that top down questioning myslef like, what the fuck am I doing?

Cos' I was 15, just a normal kid

Making beats by myself to escape the depression

Put it on YouTube then I start flexin'

Now everybody just wanna make checks, and

Wanna have sex and do drugs

Wanna buy cribs with new rugs

Wanna be so damn famous

But, do I even want this shit?

There’s a reason that nobody talkin' this shit

Cos' it’s boring as fuck, when you vibing this shit

In the crowd, you took mad E with your friends

Witcha' friends on the weekends cos' you don’t see no ends

They call you a hypocrite

Because I made a song and they depict every line that I spit

And they shit, and they find that I write all the shit

And producing it, like, yeah right when I spit like

Shit the fuck up with all your emails and details

Telling me that I need help

And who the fuck gave you the right

To sit here and tell me a song I should write?

So I could all these angers bottled up

But on the other side I’m just a normal kid

To a couple people I care about

And they’re all shocked when they see what I did in a video

And I ask some girl to date, but

When we hang out I’m stressed

I get texts from a intern, from a record label

Telling me that I ain’t got no good tracks

Then when I text her the next day

She don’t wanna talk cos' she’d rather run away cos'

That’s just how the game goes

So I sit and figure out how to have both

A real life, and a rap life

With a jackknife whammed both sides out like

I don’t even have nothing left so I send her a text like

Fuck you I’m out