Losing it

It's obvious they don't want me to win

Everything's falling apart I'm on my third bottle of Gin

Baby mama is a bitch and she's stressing me out

Should've followed my first mind nutted up in her mouth

Now I can't see my daughter it's pulling me out of order

Everything I flip my wallet see her face it gets harder

And I'm a good father different from the normal

But it seems like my life is catching up to karma

Gotta move on the first light bill due

My car wreck no insurance my cellphone through

They say you can pick your friends but not your family

Playing truth or dare with God he keep daring me