Fever. Rap, Emo, Blues

Fever, you're not gonna get me down
My wbc is gonna fight you till dawn
They gonna eat you zombie like it's nothing
And gonna remember this fight, we stronger
Just hold on tight, trust yourself a while longer
Shut your trap Fever, I gotta get things done
Cuz lying on a bed all day isn't fun
Fevers a dawg, gotta make it quick, rage
Not gonna help you, 42° that's brain damage
Relax bruh, we all gotta die someday
And decompose into food someday
For maggots, roaches and vermin's someday
Remains washes into sewer someday
And nobodies gonna remember you after that may day
Give it a few years, Oblivion finds a way
But this isn't a time to be flightless
I gotta fly like a motherfucking flight risk
Still have no money for aster med crib
Cuz Their room service bill cost my whole life
Or may be I should try cocaine
With LSD like Dr house and get this over with
Sorry father, I did drugs, (all losers think I'm filth)
And it wasn't from pharmacy or FDA approved
But I'm feeling better
Wont you pray for me, save my soul for me
From this hell I made for me, mother won't you forgive me