Bloodborne
Killin' strippers Gta
Finger on the trigger
You in my way
Left side holster
Hold my gun
Bloodborne
Horrorcore
Check the score
Checks in my drawers
Depressed with no morals
Chain glowing
Bitches showing me
That i shouldn't give a fuck
Or a fuck less
Onto Next subject
I'm upset no discussion
Take these pills till i vomit
Deepthroat the barrel of my gun
At least show that i had some fun
Funny when im running from my demons
And my wrists are bleeding
From cutting them till i see them
Veins in my brain pop out feel it in my membranes
So many pills I take
So many days i drift away
Sad song
Nice beat
Listen to me
Fighting monsters like ds3
Trying to kill my demons
Before I D-I-E
I got too many counting on me
Counting cheese you would think im a rat
Put you in a pack
If you rat or chat about anything
Get snapped like a kit kat
Choppa got kickback
Hustle boys we get that bag
Wrap a noose around my neck
Bunjee jump off the ledge
It's okay i woke up in a dream
Or so it seems
All you do is rap about money
Look at my pockets i got nothin'
All i do is for discussion
Politicking like it means something
I'm not kidding open your third eye
All you do is sit down and scroll
As you watch the day go
As you feel depression grow
Sitting on your phone
All alone
No friends
May as well be dead
Killin' strippers Gta
Finger on the trigger
You in my way
Left side holster
Hold my gun
Bloodborne
Horrorcore
Check the score
Checks in my drawers
Depressed with no morals
Chain glowing
Bitches showing me
Finger on the trigger
You in my way
Left side holster
Hold my gun
Bloodborne
Horrorcore
Check the score
Checks in my drawers
Depressed with no morals
Chain glowing
Bitches showing me
That i shouldn't give a fuck
Or a fuck less
Onto Next subject
I'm upset no discussion
Take these pills till i vomit
Deepthroat the barrel of my gun
At least show that i had some fun
Funny when im running from my demons
And my wrists are bleeding
From cutting them till i see them
Veins in my brain pop out feel it in my membranes
So many pills I take
So many days i drift away
Sad song
Nice beat
Listen to me
Fighting monsters like ds3
Trying to kill my demons
Before I D-I-E
I got too many counting on me
Counting cheese you would think im a rat
Put you in a pack
If you rat or chat about anything
Get snapped like a kit kat
Choppa got kickback
Hustle boys we get that bag
Wrap a noose around my neck
Bunjee jump off the ledge
It's okay i woke up in a dream
Or so it seems
All you do is rap about money
Look at my pockets i got nothin'
All i do is for discussion
Politicking like it means something
I'm not kidding open your third eye
All you do is sit down and scroll
As you watch the day go
As you feel depression grow
Sitting on your phone
All alone
No friends
May as well be dead
Killin' strippers Gta
Finger on the trigger
You in my way
Left side holster
Hold my gun
Bloodborne
Horrorcore
Check the score
Checks in my drawers
Depressed with no morals
Chain glowing
Bitches showing me
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Cuicas
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