Deep in the thoughts about offing myself, I found flaws in myself
No calming myself
Eyes bloody red, it's a sign brought from hell
It's a sign of my health, it's the nights spent unwell
It's the straight to voice mail calling
Phone off the line, mind vacant, falling
3 in the morning weeping, bawling
Still in a brawl, my fears and conscience
Still in a trance, bleeding toxins
Summon the powers of vodka
Blacking the night out and bring out the monster
Wake up in blood, soaking sopping
Wake up in rage, mouth foaming frothing
Look in my face, it's open, hollow
Look to my chest, ribs through to vest
Cavity filled up with what was left
Blood on the burner, bring blood to a boil
I sit back and age while you pussies all spoil
I sit in the cut make moves from my rut
I've been on the rise, I can tell it from gut
Like, 3 long years, switching moods like bipolar
It's been 2 and a half years since I pictured pistolas
They're blowing me off like some f*ckers I know yea
It's a battle uphill, they don't know the emotion
They don't know
But how could they?
No one listens
But why would they?
I've been lost for so long
I've been tryna find the resolution
I've been, lost
Lost for so long
Diving deep into my life find the resolution
It's
I've been
Lost for long, it's the revolution
I've been
Lost for
I've been
I've been
Lost for so long
It's the new Kocaine, f*ck you all