Rest in Pieces
All these thoughts of suicide
They keep me up like everynight
Enemy of my enemy
You know I'm always down to ride
I'm always bumpin' sesh
One day that's my set
Then it's fuck the rest
So lay me down to rest
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
I don't really care where my mind's gone now
Taking time these days, all the time I know
Could've been young today
But I made songs all day
Wish I could change my ways
Don't think I'll ever change
Wish I was understood
I'm so misunderstood
Talking shit on me
I'll hit you up, what's good?
I don't wanna live today
I don't think that will ever change
I'm so sick of everything
But I don't hide the pain
'Cause I'm fine
I'm alright
Tonight
I'll be fine
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
They said, "He was a young blood
Couldn't take the pressure"
Grab the pistol put it to his head
It's too depression
Then the gun jammed
And he thought about his actions
One more chance at life
That's what he wanted, that's what happened
So don't throw it away
I can see it in your face
You're a little like myself
We've been going through this hell
You think no one understands you
I really think that I do
Just give me your hand
I'm struggling right beside you
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
They keep me up like everynight
Enemy of my enemy
You know I'm always down to ride
I'm always bumpin' sesh
One day that's my set
Then it's fuck the rest
So lay me down to rest
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
I don't really care where my mind's gone now
Taking time these days, all the time I know
Could've been young today
But I made songs all day
Wish I could change my ways
Don't think I'll ever change
Wish I was understood
I'm so misunderstood
Talking shit on me
I'll hit you up, what's good?
I don't wanna live today
I don't think that will ever change
I'm so sick of everything
But I don't hide the pain
'Cause I'm fine
I'm alright
Tonight
I'll be fine
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
They said, "He was a young blood
Couldn't take the pressure"
Grab the pistol put it to his head
It's too depression
Then the gun jammed
And he thought about his actions
One more chance at life
That's what he wanted, that's what happened
So don't throw it away
I can see it in your face
You're a little like myself
We've been going through this hell
You think no one understands you
I really think that I do
Just give me your hand
I'm struggling right beside you
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Ahh-ah-ahhh
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Hill, Joshua Ashcraft
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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