I feel fucked up
Droppin pills in my cup
Staying with a shotty pump
That'll take his face off
Can't find my fucken place nah
Filled with this fucken rage my
Souls angry at this world I
Could blow my fucking brains out
But would that really help I need some help I'm dying young
I keep a tab under my tongue and my hand on my fucken gun
I'm filled with pain that I can't stand
I'll keep a blade tucked in my hand
I slit my wrist just cause I can
I roll a blunt that bitch three gram
I need to fly cause I can't stand
I need to escape fuck the world
I don't fit in with that mold
See my chain it made of gold
But this rapping getting old
And I really gotta go
Now my brains about to blow
Time to die yea I know