Texty

Manifesto of depression Stocking up my weapons Natural Born Killers, get relief from my aggression Symbol of oppression Triple six flexing Fuck boys love my seconds Smoking dope while I'm texting Sounds so simple, right? Artesian on some ice Both wrists sliced, killing myself every night Mother fuckers want to adopt the dark, but I was born in it Popping pills until I'm stopping hearts, bunch of worms swimming Through my veins and blood, put that lead through my skull Through my veins and blood, put that lead through my skull Kill yourself, mother fucker Death in the night Hiding from the light Everything changes when you make it out alive Middle of the night, hoping that I die Middle of the night, always fucking high Got a life I'm trying to shake Get the fuck away Die slow for me, baby, let's get the fuck away Die slow let's get the fuck away I'm hoping that someone will come and slit my throat And then I can finally overdose Shawty looking like she needs some rest, so in the grave she goes I'm right beside her She trying to get whats in my chest Hollow ribs She doesn't know that I'm a ghost Haunting the air with my sweet decay For death I do not delay Yeah, that's why my skin is grey Five Nine is the blood stain painted on your day Switching up the blade Yeah, she said she wants the knife Told her, bitch I got the sword Yeah, her dress ain't white no more I'm that seventh ward dead lord Got my bitch dead on the floor Now she begging for some more Now she begging for some more Would you die for me? Would you die for me? I need you and I hope you need me too I want to kill you Would you die for me? Would you die for me? I need you and I hope you need me too
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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