[Intro]

My life is shit
What more can unveil?
Asshole in a blue cap
Has me opening up the [Mail]

[Hook]
Its to hard to tell
If this a royalty
Or if its a bill
Fuck it gotta open up the [Mail]
It could be a co-sign
It could be the hope line
Askin' for my help
Fuck it, gotta open up the [Mail]
Or even a letter from devil
30-Day Notice
Fuck it, gotta open up the fucking [Mail]
White envelopes remind my life
Is hell
Fuck it, gotta open up the [Mail]

[Verse 1]
Open, shut, fuck the lock, walk pass the first door
Stacks of whites with my name on it
What more will be in store?
Whores already done did me Infected with sores
So open up the first messaege
The docta who'd written what he couldn't envision describing on the phone
[Results came back positive]
Ugh
[Fresh batch of consequence.]
Shit
I guess its best to read the bad news first
It can't get any worse than this
So whats inside the other [Mail]?
On the back a Suicide Help Line
Who would I be to say
As if it shouldn't be on my mind?
Shiiit
Hold up, fuck
Let me take a couple steps back
Lapse of judgment
None of it to help
With this relapse
Gasp for air
But only the weed smoke gets inhaled
But not this time, no papers
Fuck it. Guess I'll just use the envelope
Put it too good use
Ohh look, this might be important
Oh really?
Yeah
Huh

[Hook]
Its to hard to tell
If this a royalty
Or if its a bill
Fuck it gotta open up the [Mail]
It could be a cosign
It could be the hope line
Askin' for my help
Fuck it, gotta open up the [Mail]
Or even a letter from devil
30-Day Notice
Fuck it, gotta open up the fucking [Mail]
White envelopes remind my life
Is hell
Fuck it, gotta open up the [Mail]

[Verse 2]
About to open up the next one from the top
But I guess it must be
Better for me to read the next
One from the bottom up
Wow, just my luck, jury duty
Prescribe Christmas Eve, what the fuck?
Who the fuck's got it out for me?
Jesus, you on my list for all the fucks
I give not like a prude slut
But fuck, I'm not the one to be compare
Brace it, hold my breath as I open up another piece of the [Mail]
[Mr. Mweez we aren't pleased to tell you that Nanas gone.]
Now I'm going bananas, grab the banana og and the bong
Shroud my doubt in a cloud of smoke till the feeling's gone
Grab the Sailor Jerry's
Take a shot, take another, break the glass, grab the bottle
Force it down, till im in the rubble
Horse around and forget all my troubles
But now I gotta sit down and open up the rest of the fucking mail

[Hook]
Its to hard to tell
If this a royalty
Or if its a bill
Fuck it gotta open up the [Mail]
It could be a cosign
It could be the hope line
Askin' my for help
Fuck it, gotta open up the [Mail]
Or even a letter from devil
30-Day Notice
Fuck it, gotta open up the fucking [Mail]
White envelopes remind my life
Is hell
Fuck it, gotta open up the [Mail]