We All Go to Hell
And Lord I'm calling, You still ain't answered
I'm hoping you get the chance, I'm just wondering what your plans was
And how you could call me son, then only bless me with the bad luck
And how you said fuck the world, left us hopeless and abandoned
As of late it seems my dreams got me awake
I think I'm getting chased by Satan while I'm racing towards the pearly gates
I guess my dad, he gave me a name and then he walked away
And ever since he walked away man I ain't been the fucking same
I guess we all go to hell some times, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, but y'all don't get it though
I guess we all go to hell some times, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, but y'all don't, no
Flashback to skinny jeans and back packs
The irony I make good grades, I'm getting laughed at
Like I'm supposed to dumb myself down, I need to backtrack
So I could just impress you clowns? Yeah, fat chance
And y'all could all go to hell this time, And I'll be waiting for ya, yeah that rights, and it's like
I guess we all go to hell some times, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, and thats life
Now put ya hands up, and who's coming with me
We all going to hell, first class tickets
I mean we already there, so whats the damn difference
Every days a struggle, and I'm praying but nobody listens
It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell)
It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell)
So fuck a verse, I'm spitting curses in these rhymes
I'm just another junkie rockstar dawg, I'm out my fucking mind
They say that lifes a bitch, I fuck depression all the time
And she just comes and goes, when she pleases, but its fine
See I'm a piece of shit, and I mean it
My mama probably should've aborted me as a fetus
I'm one long stroke of genius, I'm stroking, bitch on my penis
And I never wear a rubber, probably wanna catch diseases
Tryna find the balance but my debts been catching up to me
Now when I close my eyelids I just dream a life of luxury
I wake up in the morning wonder why nobody fucks with me
And then I hit the bottle, wrote my life into this fuckin' beat
I guess we all go to hell sometimes, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, sing it with me now
I guess we all go to hell sometimes, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, louder
Now put ya hands up, and who's coming with me
We all going to hell, first class tickets
I mean we already there, so whats the damn difference
Every days a struggle, and I'm praying but nobody listens
It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell)
It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell)
Now put ya hands up, and who's coming with me
We all going to hell, first class tickets
I mean we already there, so whats the damn difference
Every days a struggle, and I'm praying but nobody listens
I'm hoping you get the chance, I'm just wondering what your plans was
And how you could call me son, then only bless me with the bad luck
And how you said fuck the world, left us hopeless and abandoned
As of late it seems my dreams got me awake
I think I'm getting chased by Satan while I'm racing towards the pearly gates
I guess my dad, he gave me a name and then he walked away
And ever since he walked away man I ain't been the fucking same
I guess we all go to hell some times, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, but y'all don't get it though
I guess we all go to hell some times, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, but y'all don't, no
Flashback to skinny jeans and back packs
The irony I make good grades, I'm getting laughed at
Like I'm supposed to dumb myself down, I need to backtrack
So I could just impress you clowns? Yeah, fat chance
And y'all could all go to hell this time, And I'll be waiting for ya, yeah that rights, and it's like
I guess we all go to hell some times, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, and thats life
Now put ya hands up, and who's coming with me
We all going to hell, first class tickets
I mean we already there, so whats the damn difference
Every days a struggle, and I'm praying but nobody listens
It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell)
It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell)
So fuck a verse, I'm spitting curses in these rhymes
I'm just another junkie rockstar dawg, I'm out my fucking mind
They say that lifes a bitch, I fuck depression all the time
And she just comes and goes, when she pleases, but its fine
See I'm a piece of shit, and I mean it
My mama probably should've aborted me as a fetus
I'm one long stroke of genius, I'm stroking, bitch on my penis
And I never wear a rubber, probably wanna catch diseases
Tryna find the balance but my debts been catching up to me
Now when I close my eyelids I just dream a life of luxury
I wake up in the morning wonder why nobody fucks with me
And then I hit the bottle, wrote my life into this fuckin' beat
I guess we all go to hell sometimes, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, sing it with me now
I guess we all go to hell sometimes, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, louder
Now put ya hands up, and who's coming with me
We all going to hell, first class tickets
I mean we already there, so whats the damn difference
Every days a struggle, and I'm praying but nobody listens
It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell)
It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell)
Now put ya hands up, and who's coming with me
We all going to hell, first class tickets
I mean we already there, so whats the damn difference
Every days a struggle, and I'm praying but nobody listens
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Writer(s): Beezy
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