[Verse 1]
Suicide isn’t on my mind, you think it is
I say these things to make you think, not to cry
Think about all the times I do wanna die
Not sure if you’d worry to even try
Get ahold of me, for a whi’ (while)
Let’s just talk
No, you wanna walk
Leave me here alone
Life lost to lock
Brock said not to say what I said again
So I said it, now I lost a friend
4 idols all four of em hate me
Now it’s kinda late see
Can’t make up for what I did
She see’s me, for who I truly is
We used to talk a lot, now schools over
5 more years, I won’t be sober
Kill me where I stand, I know I truly ain’t a man
Justin was right, I'mma bastard
Mom was right, I'mma bastard
Stubborn, lost, dazed, and confused
They want me dead, you’ll see it soon
[Verse 2]
After a pause I gave it some thought, this fam type is for me it’s not
(i’d think you'd be a good dad)
Not when mothers alone, cuz I ain’t got the balls to confront on the phone
(but I thought it you mad)
It did a lot, after a while they gave me to sleep on this cot
(homeless for days)
Still had a place, with friends and family, still outta place
(don’t get me wrong, I'm not a fool)
Whole reason I wrote this song, was to prove I was cool?
(then why am I hear, singing along?)
You wanted to play my track, number unkown to be exact
Now it’s sits in the back of some guys black, car
Hardly played, I stay on this tape just to behave, like
When I wrote that first Colla song, and played on the mic
It could have been my last night
[Verse 3]
Here I am with a gun, and a knife in the other
I could even tell my own mother
My hands are full of sharp objects
That give suicide art projects
We could paint with blood, we’ll chill in the hood
Instead I draw as good as I could
My hand is real shaky, can feel my thumb
Now I really know I need someone
Swiss was gone, T was a miss
Brock hated me, for what I had did
Now I was gone looking on back
All my memories faded to black
Just so you know, when you die
Your whole soul is eaten alive
Put in it’s place, self goes to hell
Where the un-godly dwell
This ain’t no game, ain’t no playin
This could be you when I’m saying
I’m dead...
Suicide isn’t on my mind, you think it is
I say these things to make you think, not to cry
Think about all the times I do wanna die
Not sure if you’d worry to even try
Get ahold of me, for a whi’ (while)
Let’s just talk
No, you wanna walk
Leave me here alone
Life lost to lock
Brock said not to say what I said again
So I said it, now I lost a friend
4 idols all four of em hate me
Now it’s kinda late see
Can’t make up for what I did
She see’s me, for who I truly is
We used to talk a lot, now schools over
5 more years, I won’t be sober
Kill me where I stand, I know I truly ain’t a man
Justin was right, I'mma bastard
Mom was right, I'mma bastard
Stubborn, lost, dazed, and confused
They want me dead, you’ll see it soon
[Verse 2]
After a pause I gave it some thought, this fam type is for me it’s not
(i’d think you'd be a good dad)
Not when mothers alone, cuz I ain’t got the balls to confront on the phone
(but I thought it you mad)
It did a lot, after a while they gave me to sleep on this cot
(homeless for days)
Still had a place, with friends and family, still outta place
(don’t get me wrong, I'm not a fool)
Whole reason I wrote this song, was to prove I was cool?
(then why am I hear, singing along?)
You wanted to play my track, number unkown to be exact
Now it’s sits in the back of some guys black, car
Hardly played, I stay on this tape just to behave, like
When I wrote that first Colla song, and played on the mic
It could have been my last night
[Verse 3]
Here I am with a gun, and a knife in the other
I could even tell my own mother
My hands are full of sharp objects
That give suicide art projects
We could paint with blood, we’ll chill in the hood
Instead I draw as good as I could
My hand is real shaky, can feel my thumb
Now I really know I need someone
Swiss was gone, T was a miss
Brock hated me, for what I had did
Now I was gone looking on back
All my memories faded to black
Just so you know, when you die
Your whole soul is eaten alive
Put in it’s place, self goes to hell
Where the un-godly dwell
This ain’t no game, ain’t no playin
This could be you when I’m saying
I’m dead...
( MC BS )
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