Bad!

Hitting on my gas Motherfuckers hit back They know That i wanna be dead So they leave me alone Do i feel myself no i don't I don't wanna live it no more Oh Never can't act like this okay Iutta my energy i need to rest Need a few days To sit there and pray to be shot in the back of the head Dead Cops on my back Fucking pull on the trigger Drugs in my body That eat up my liver I don't be myself when i'm off with no shiver So cold in my chevy my danger get bigger I'm sick of this shit i might fuck up a beamer Losing my shit like i never have seen all my feelings Become something i cannot deal with Part of my brain thinking i got no meaning Fuck is a region i live by decision and fuck all the reasons i been through my hell Pushing myself for a minute to keep on and telling you something i wish i could tell