Bury Me
I'm on my own, so alone
Why I write these poems
Hit the liquor store, till I'm broke and poor
No one ever pushing me to me make it more, eh
But I'll make it more
In my room, sit in silence
Seeing shadows, so i shut the door
I need therapy, my mental health is daring me
Always in my bag, in my bag you could bury me
Shout out from my core, do you really fucking care for me
Ask carefully
Got a broken soul, shit held together barely
Sit and stare with me, dawg you going bury me
Got courage, and that shit encourage me
You going bury me, ya
You goin bury me
But first off, ima blow up G
I could pop off big, I could blow up B
After all my successes, well shit, you could bury me
Bury me, ya you goin bury me
But first off, ima blow up g
Ima pop off big, I could blow up B
After all my successes you could bury me
Bury me, ya you goin bury me
But first off, ima blow up g
Ima pop off big, I could blow up B
After all my successes you could bury me
Every time I open up, I get "your fucking scaring me"
Bottle that shit up, depression always daring me
Smoke enough to numb whatever fucking with my clarity
I remember lighting candles then I spit a prayer or three
Just to paraphrase I put my soul out for the poetry
Main goal; tryna blow up, fuck whoever think they know of me
Dexter White a different breed, I'll talk up if you owing G
When ya bitch hear me spit, mouth wide, O-M-G
Burberry
Blunts get rolled
Poppin often, Ima probably have a problem started
Blue cherry
Dashing off wit dope
Ima switch up on my flow
Get dirty, where my coffin, let me bury that bitch, get gone
Someone tell my momma that i couldn't play the part
Ima depressed soul, wit a broken heart
Got the devil in my life, so Ill never play a harp
But I'll make it out soon, cause im making all my art
Click, clack, one day I'll fuckin follow through
Maybe it's for the best, but baby that's the fucking truth
Everyday you dodgin death, I'm looking out for doom
Gloomy mindstate, why I medicate wit shrooms
Push away everyone that love me, ima mood
It's why you're gonna bury me, I need to leave soon
It's why you're gonna bury me I need to leave soon
Why I write these poems
Hit the liquor store, till I'm broke and poor
No one ever pushing me to me make it more, eh
But I'll make it more
In my room, sit in silence
Seeing shadows, so i shut the door
I need therapy, my mental health is daring me
Always in my bag, in my bag you could bury me
Shout out from my core, do you really fucking care for me
Ask carefully
Got a broken soul, shit held together barely
Sit and stare with me, dawg you going bury me
Got courage, and that shit encourage me
You going bury me, ya
You goin bury me
But first off, ima blow up G
I could pop off big, I could blow up B
After all my successes, well shit, you could bury me
Bury me, ya you goin bury me
But first off, ima blow up g
Ima pop off big, I could blow up B
After all my successes you could bury me
Bury me, ya you goin bury me
But first off, ima blow up g
Ima pop off big, I could blow up B
After all my successes you could bury me
Every time I open up, I get "your fucking scaring me"
Bottle that shit up, depression always daring me
Smoke enough to numb whatever fucking with my clarity
I remember lighting candles then I spit a prayer or three
Just to paraphrase I put my soul out for the poetry
Main goal; tryna blow up, fuck whoever think they know of me
Dexter White a different breed, I'll talk up if you owing G
When ya bitch hear me spit, mouth wide, O-M-G
Burberry
Blunts get rolled
Poppin often, Ima probably have a problem started
Blue cherry
Dashing off wit dope
Ima switch up on my flow
Get dirty, where my coffin, let me bury that bitch, get gone
Someone tell my momma that i couldn't play the part
Ima depressed soul, wit a broken heart
Got the devil in my life, so Ill never play a harp
But I'll make it out soon, cause im making all my art
Click, clack, one day I'll fuckin follow through
Maybe it's for the best, but baby that's the fucking truth
Everyday you dodgin death, I'm looking out for doom
Gloomy mindstate, why I medicate wit shrooms
Push away everyone that love me, ima mood
It's why you're gonna bury me, I need to leave soon
It's why you're gonna bury me I need to leave soon
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Writer(s): Jesse Billey
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