Shut the f*ck up
Tryna talk that shit
You don't know me
We ain't homies
Bitch you know this
I'm getting sick
Of this shit mothaf*cka
Need a slow bleed
Where my dopamine?
I wanna fold, bitch
I got the noose held tight
Real close around my throat
Only thing that's hugged this being
Since a long time ago
Though
I don't
Want no
Love
Just a 44
Pressed against my temple
Hollow-point paint a magnum opus
Suffer with me
Bitch I need all of your energy
Burn the lavender
And burn all of my effigies
What do I need to do
To finally feel like I'm at peace?
Seen the similation
Hoping it resets at least
So bored
Of the same shit
Every f*ckin day
No blunts
Bitch I'm mad as f*ck
Get the f*ck away
Wish a mothaf*cka would
End my life today
Instead I stay existing
I should've died up on the plane