Depression is gripping a pistol
Resting my teeth on a pistol
Mouth fucking on a pistol
Light trigger its a lit fuse
Suspended and hidden in this room
Whats wrong? imma lie soon
Inside imma die you
Would've probably never asked
Suicide or a typecast?
Live first or you're dead last
Sunset imma set back
Set fire I'm a bit wired
I've been too tired
I can't unpack
Missed call
I can call back
I can call back
I can't call back
Ask my bro if he'd pick up
Nigga just sent the song back
Fucked my ex off the contact
Had a baby that was still born
He was still born he's a gone dad
No shit but i speak facts
All niggas been hit ghost
No pasta i need roast
Full meal when you're cheap, broke
Too sad i can't find hope
Might kill i need lead boats
Might swim on the airwaves
I can kiss head and it'll melt more
Ice scripture with a fit poise
Wet floor with a slick voice
Catfish i dont play coy as an old soul
I dont need joy
Oy
Something to nothing i'm grinding
Nothing to something i'm finding
Something is nothing in my dreams
Nothing is something in my head
No power I'm a Brooklyn
Thick girl with a sad man
Bad man With a badland
Moral mind of a trash can
Lay Dick a her throat
Ram horns I'm a goat
No bread I'm a loaf
No laughs I'm a joke
No stats to your vote
One rope for your boat
Capsize at the show
Too drunk for a spoke
I'm too high for the coke
Too high I'm a dope
Still slip on the slope
No friends I'm the coat
Suicide what i wrote
If you love let me know
If you don't let me go
Shoot my brain to the clouds
I'll be gone for a while
Straightforward as a child
Straightforward as a line
I been hurting for a while
Ain't no silence in my mind
I do art for escape
I ain't happy til you're fine