Gun to my head I'ma do it
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Wanna put a hole in my head right now sick of the ups n downs last month had a hundred k now
I haven't got 1 thou
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Mothers stressing dad he left
If I get grabbed its 10 steppin on squares like I'm playin chess
Hands shaken placin bets stairway to heaven has a thousand steps n I think I'm on like 4
Putting in all this work get so close to the top then I fall
Dodging the ds since my rents got divorced in the deep end like I'm Ian Thorpe
Lots on my mind but I can't even talk
One minute I am eating 3 courses next I dont even got a fork
Smoking on this weed to block out my thoughts mum says I'm selling my self too short
N it breaks my heart but I'm 24 now it's to late to start another route I need this paper fast
Feel like Marshall mathers in the trailer park
For a decade I been playin cards getaways n changing masks resume lookin ancient dust
I won't hesitate to take the safety off
Sometimes I think I should save my fam the drama crying now before it was laughter
Heat is creeping on me like lava so pass the
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Wanna put a hole in my head right now sick of the ups n downs last month
Had a hundred k now I haven't got 1 thou
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Gun to my head I'ma do it
Apologised 1000 times, only got myself to blame
Might blow out my brain til then I'm swigging champagne to ease this pain
Actually fuck that throw me some henny or remy or anything straight
Chuck the bubbles away this gun is the only thing that I'ma let spray
Click pow now I'm in the calmest place half my mates sharing my songs now
Why didn't u do it while I was awake Not at my wake
For fuck sake they only loved me when I was heating the plate
Or wanna piece of the cake
No r.i.ps on my fb please i will be OK it's unlikely I'ma see it n tbh its too late
Battle im in I'm facing alone how come it's all love when I got stacks but when I'm broke they go
N atleast my death werent slow
No more let downs no more gettin my hopes up
Long time I been ready to go youd wanna die with this diagnosis
Only fitted in with a few probably why we do the shit that we do
It's like a gun to my head gun to my head