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Manifesto of depression, stocking up my weapons Natural Born Killers, get relief from my aggression Symbol of oppression, triple six flexin' Fuckboys love my seconds, smoking dope while I'm textin' Sounds so simple, right? Artesian on some ice Both wrists sliced, killing myself every night Motherfuckers wanna adopt the dark, but I was born in it Poppin' pills until I'm stoppin' hearts Bunch of worms swimmin' Through my veins and blood Put that lead through my skull Through my veins and blood Put that lead through my skull Kill yourself, motherfucker
Death in the night, hidin' from the light Everything changes when you make it out alive Middle of the night, hopin' that I die Middle of the night, always fucking high Got a life I'm tryna shake Get the fuck away Die slow for me, baby Let's get the fuck away Die slow, let's get the fuck away
I'm hopin' that someone will come and slit my throat And then I can finally overdose Shawty lookin' like she needs some rest So in the grave, she goes I'm right beside her, she tryna get what's in my chest Hollow ribs, she doesn't know that I'm a ghost Hauntin' the air with my sweet decay For death, I do not delay Yeah, that's why my skin is grey *59 is the blood stain painted on your day Switchin' up the blade, yeah, she said she wants the knife Told her, 'Bitch, I got the sword' Yeah, her dress ain't white no more I'm that 7th Ward dead lord Got my bitch dead on the floor Now she beggin' for some more Now she beggin' for some more
Would you die for me? Would you die for me? I need you, and I hope you need me too I want to kill you Would you die for me? Would you die for me? I need you, and I hope you need me too
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