Crying dead tears
Low tides on my snapchat
Best friends double tap that
Indirect maybe
But fuck I could have died
Took my life
Then what would you say
I don’t need this stress
Just a young man building his life
Not a Slave to the system
I’m just being persistent
I’m gonna make it
And you won’t have nothing to say
I did it on my own
Tell me who the fuck raised me
But fuck I could have died
See the gun on that waist
How many shots will it take
To make this anger go away
How many shots will it take
to make this anger go away
How many shots will it take
to make this anger go away
Coz all this pain I’m feeling
I’m wishing I weren’t even here
Slit wrist thoughts
I’ll join my brother Tommy it’s okay
I’ll get some cocaine whites
To go with our high top Nikeys
I’m not walking into this blindly
It’s not the first time
These thoughts fucking come up in my head
There I said it I’m fucking wishing I was dead
Don’t wanna be here anymore
Really life is just a bore
Trash eating
Late sleeping
Oh you really don’t see the signs
And yeah I messed up those designs
Maybe I just changed my mind
Young kid forced to make a decision
Hoping to be different
There’s no way we’re the same
They couldn’t say two words to me
I was the neek alright
Now you gone watch me getting paid
And if I do this by myself
you know that I don’t fucking care
Coz I’m walking all alone
I know that you don’t even care
So the love in my heart
You know it’s really getting scarce
I tell you this story
Coz it’s eating me inside
Brown waters I should jump in
Will the boat even save me
You know I got this London eye
Tourist oh yeah I travel
See why do I wanna wake up
In a place that’s hell
I got a death note
Feeling like I’ve been attacked by some titans
Coz the giants of my past
Got me feeling really shitty
Got some fake niggas with me
And it hurts me right
Uncontrollable shit
Open casket
Red flags
It’s a scandalous type of life
Washington to Toronto
I don’t even know where to go
But first of all let me continue blowing my smoke
Kwamesayss
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