I don't wanna talk
Bitch I'm feeling dead, yea aye
Take a 40 to the head, yea aye
And I'm hearing what he said, yea aye
So the blood I'm finna spread, look
Blood I'm finna spread, look
Said the blood I'm finna
I don't wanna talk
Bitch I'm feeling dead, yea aye
Take a 40 to the head, yea aye
And I'm hearing what he said, yea aye
So the blood I'm finna spread, look
Imma do another line
Trapped up in my mind like I'm in prison doing time
And they say it come in time
But I'm running out of mine
An I'm running out of patience
Ain't no doctor make it fine
Split script let my blood flow
Cuz
I'm in a million pieces I'm feeling like killing myself
I'm not feeling myself but I'm leaving this shell, yea
But I'm stuck in this hell, yea
And the drugs doing well
Ain't a bitch I'm gon' tell
I been faded half the time
Keep my mind right as I make it through the night
I see a sunrise
Demons run and hide
But I'm leaving out my body
Never feeling I'm in mine
And the world isn't real
Everything you knows a lie
Thoughts crippling my mind
Just knowing Imma die
So while I have my time
Imma spit another line
Hoping peace I find
Like a world so divine, yea
In a world so divine, yea
So divine, cuz
I'm in a million pieces I'm feeling like killing myself
I'm not feeling myself but I'm leaving this shell, yea
But I'm stuck in this hell, yea
And the drugs doing well
Ain't a bitch I'm gon' tell
I'm gon' tell, no
Ain't no