Sad

Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
On God

I've been thinkin' 'bout death (What)
Is that too soon? Sorry
I'll take these pills, I might end up in another lobby
Use a gun, I might give a kid another hobby fighting goblins
Suicide, nah
We don't fight crime, we're just here to die
I make music for the streets but I ain't seen that side
Nationwide, we're just tryna fight addiction
Kids in the system
People are takin' pictures
Feels good to think about the dark now and then
How would I end it
To end it, how would I begin
For some closure, thinkin' 'bout the state we're in
What more can I give
How do we ever win
With my attitude lifted, I feel like cuttin' wrists
With it down on my knees, I guess I'd beg for this
Don't be a pussy
Just do it
Pull the trigger
You got nothin' to lose
No one loves you
You just abuse everything you've been given

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I've been thinkin' 'bout death
Is that too much? Sorry
Woe, on God
My life
Oh, yeah
Oh, woe, on God
My life, yeah
Fuck with me
Make love to me
Kill for me
Die for me
Fuck with me
Make love to me
Kill for me
Die for me

Yeah
Never, ever, could I forgive my own endeavors
Holy treasure, pick up the pieces of the leather
Tie a knot around the people who would never come
Gather all your thoughts baby
It's a hit and run
At my funeral, would you let em know all I've done
I'm just writing down
Forgive me Lord, cause here I come
This is my fiction
I don't own a weapon
But if I don't excuse the many times that I've been stepped on
I'll go tomorrow to my 9-5 like nothing happened
It's a fantasy, football, like my creation
My creator is hearing me and my obsession
Feel like all my prayers are hittin' ceilings
No connection
This is the youth
Only reason I'm in the booth
To inspire my people who feel they're gonna lose
If I can't even prosper, what shall I do
Imma stay locked in my bedroom and tie the noose
That's facts



Credits
Writer(s): Alyssa Richardson
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