They try to copy I don't really see the point tho' If you were me you'd stab your self right in the torso The reason I ain't done it yet is 'cus I'm fucking used to this Sober feels sedated like I popped a fuckin' Ruphylin
Fuck now my head hurt I ain't feeling better I'm feelin deader, I'm tied down like I'm tethered And if I had a Glock I would aim it at my ceiling And if I could feel, shit, I would be in my feelings
I guess my times not up cus my heart still beating My lungs still work, I'm surprised I'm still breathing Reaper swingin' scythes in my face tryna tease me Bitch I'm deceased, yeah, but the top still please me
I think she like me hold up I wouldn't like me We are the same, bitch, hatreds very likely Have a lot of bands, that's why my wrist is icy Do you feel my pain? Pour some henny in the iced tea
She said she wanna die with me But baby I promise you don't wanna die like me Die with me, I'm so selfish, baby Fuck, I think I'm losing myself again, again, no
Fuck that sad shit, put that ass right in my face Oh shit, you got a man, well he gone catch the fade Well if this shit get out of hand then you know I got my blade But regardless of that just put that pussy on my face
Put that shit right on my face Put that shit right on my face
Fuck, now my head hurt, I ain't feeling better I'm feelin deader, I'm tied down like I'm tethered And if I had a Glock I would aim it at my ceiling And if I could feel, shit, I would be in my feelings
I guess my times not up cus my hearts still beating My lungs still work, I'm surprised I'm still breathing Reaper swingin' scythes in my face tryna tease me Bitch I'm deceased, yeah, but the top still please me
Compositor: Morgan William Murphy ECAD: Obra #24042878