Lyrics

How did you do it? With a razor And why did you want to? To cut your wrists? Or even bleed to death You wanted to bleed to death? Yes I did Why? Because, I have nothing (Yah, yah, yah) I'm tired of here Tired of living? I'd like to try a new place (Yah, yah, yah) Bitches gon' lie, never show love Said you gon' try, never showed up Bet I be high, Dutch sewn up G-R-E-Y done blown up Feelings gon' die when I pop, pop, pop Xa-Xan' to my mind, what I got, got, got Le-left in my life, I be tired, tired, tired Sev-sever my ties with the fye fye Face, I'm never showing, stuck I'm smoking, always choking Feel like all my life a loading, screen important, never notice All my tendencies are broken, tracking, I ran out of hope, and I don't never see the morning, I done severed the controlling of volition I ain't missing out on wishing for the betterment of living Ain't no vision in this sentence Y'all be bitching, I be pissing out these motherfucking digits Stay committed to the mission Even though I'm fucking livid, never slipping, I'ma Bad motherfucker with a Grey heart Push away the sentiment, I'm killing what I came for Leveled up bitch, I done changed floors Ain't nobody want me, what the fuck I'm finna change for? Come and try me better make sure That you fucking kill me, I ain't stopping 'til ya face torn I ain't ask God what to pray for Mental steady raining, I ain't gotta check the radar Tripping hella blotter, never holy but I God 'em I got bitches out in Sodom, all your plays I know you bought 'em Rich and I ain't from the bottom, DNA that's made from lava Roll the blunt, it's like a column, hella green, and it ain't collared I Numbing every day, never feel alive I ain't seen love, what the feeling like Drown in my thoughts, get the sea to rise I'ma take yours and I'm getting mine Deafening silence, I wish I could be Comfortable in my own skin, I can't breathe Ready, go 'head and make all of you bleed Came in the scene, and I'm watching 'em flee They all weak ain't admitting what they cannot be 'Cause they seep insecurity, seeking the first to be winning Ain't getting too close, you ain't hurting me I pray to God you ain't heard of me A new place? What new place do you mean? Well well well, I expect to go to Hell
Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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