KMS (Feat. Atlas)
Fucking big dick bitch in the house
Motherfucking cuck Swede in the building
It's ya boi from Sweden, but it ain't PewDiePie
It's Anomaly and I wanna kill myself
Depression
Just hit a lick, sold a couple of grams and a brick
Celebrate with a line and a high class hoe on my dick
That bitch thick, lean's got me sick
Pour up promethazine syrup, add some sprite and stir up
Laced a join with salt (bath salt), hallucinated
Drug induced spree, my bitch mutilated
Delusional thoughts of depression cloud my head
Voices whispering I should be dead
Wanting to end my life, shoot myself
Granpas gun locker sawed off twelve
Load up a shell, suicide letter, farewell
I'm going to hell
Everything black but the pain agonizing
Open my eyes, unappetizing
Half of my brain on the wall but I'm still alive
Wobblin down through the hall, I can barely drive
Swearvin all over the street, Saying goodbye in a tweet
Death bitter sweet
FUCK i wanna die
i do not know why the fuck i'm alive
slitting my wrists with the blade on my side
i dip it in lean then i take it and slice
very depressed, i'm always upset
am i suicidal? (yep, you bet)
all of this money and all of these checks
ain't enough to make me take the noose off my neck
FUCK y'all don't know me tho
please hit my car with a fucking torpedo
got a bad bitch, looking good in a speedo
talking that shit i'ma shoot like a free throw
need me a hoe to shoot me in the face
with a glock 'til my brain is all over the place
i want to launch myself out into space
so i can sell aliens MDMA
Motherfucking cuck Swede in the building
It's ya boi from Sweden, but it ain't PewDiePie
It's Anomaly and I wanna kill myself
Depression
Just hit a lick, sold a couple of grams and a brick
Celebrate with a line and a high class hoe on my dick
That bitch thick, lean's got me sick
Pour up promethazine syrup, add some sprite and stir up
Laced a join with salt (bath salt), hallucinated
Drug induced spree, my bitch mutilated
Delusional thoughts of depression cloud my head
Voices whispering I should be dead
Wanting to end my life, shoot myself
Granpas gun locker sawed off twelve
Load up a shell, suicide letter, farewell
I'm going to hell
Everything black but the pain agonizing
Open my eyes, unappetizing
Half of my brain on the wall but I'm still alive
Wobblin down through the hall, I can barely drive
Swearvin all over the street, Saying goodbye in a tweet
Death bitter sweet
FUCK i wanna die
i do not know why the fuck i'm alive
slitting my wrists with the blade on my side
i dip it in lean then i take it and slice
very depressed, i'm always upset
am i suicidal? (yep, you bet)
all of this money and all of these checks
ain't enough to make me take the noose off my neck
FUCK y'all don't know me tho
please hit my car with a fucking torpedo
got a bad bitch, looking good in a speedo
talking that shit i'ma shoot like a free throw
need me a hoe to shoot me in the face
with a glock 'til my brain is all over the place
i want to launch myself out into space
so i can sell aliens MDMA
Credits
Writer(s): Anomaly, Ludwig Amadeus Lagerstedt, Patrick Kelly
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