[Hook]
I'm stressing deep
Even in my sleep
Whats wrong with me?
Now depression creeps
[Verse 1]
Eyes low
With a pistol, trynna die slow
I can't sit still cos my rival
Is my clip full and a slight low
Last chapter full of typos
Last album title of FlyLo
They'll tell me when my mind soul
Fly so low, I don't mind solo
I prefer solo, I occur so low
So so but my girl solo
In a sin city, need to live gritty
Chords shitty but my bitch pretty
Imma... strict hippy
Fuck a quick milli, need to get busy
Sold my soul for a will to live
I'd die to live and I'd kill to live
I don't think I know how it feels to live
Neither do you, I've been eager to move
Leaving the rules they teach us to use
To release and reduce all the demons I've brewed
Defeating my human, I beat and abuse it
My feelings translucent, might OD off bullshit
Damn...
I'm lost in my backyard with my glasses on
I was looking up
Saw nothing, forced loving
I was caught jumping
Should've took off running or fucking
Jumped still, tongue pills, lungs filled
Fuck real
I've been dead, love kills