YOU SHOULD'VE DIED IN THE HOSPITAL/I SHOULD'VE DIED IN THE PLANE

Shut the fuck up
Tryna talk that shit
You don't know me
We ain't homies
Bitch you know this
I'm getting sick
Of this shit mothafucka
Need a slow bleed
Where my dopamine?
I wanna fold, bitch

I got the noose held tight
Real close around my throat
Only thing that's hugged this being
Since a long time ago
Though
I don't
Want no
Love
Just a 44
Pressed against my temple
Hollow-point paint a magnum opus
Suffer with me
Bitch I need all of your energy
Burn the lavender
And burn all of my effigies
What do I need to do
To finally feel like I'm at peace?
Seen the similation
Hoping it resets at least
So bored
Of the same shit
Every fuckin day
No blunts
Bitch I'm mad as fuck
Get the fuck away
Wish a mothafucka would
End my life today
Instead I stay existing
I should've died up on the plane



Credits
Writer(s): Jorge Gamez
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