IDONTWANNATALK
I feel like a piece of shit
Don't really wanna speak of it
I hate myself, I'm fading quick
Hate what I see, it make me sick
Hate what I read and have to mix
I hate the breeze of glass in wind
It cut me up, I stitch the skin
And peel it open, bleed again
I'm flowing fast, I cut my neck
I'm dripping on your fucking set
Can't get my cash and blow my check
Got friends I'd rather resurrect
I really sleep and wait for death
Y'all wonder why your boy depressed
I carved initials in my chest
I really think that I'm possessed
Bro this life is not a test
This is torture at it's best
Got some shit I can't confess
It'd make you hate me more or less
Homie I'm a fucking mess
I couldn't take all of this stress
You never know just where I mesh
I blend and turn the walls to flesh bitch
Tell them boys to test it
Come and get your neck slit
Come and get your head split
I just wanna see your brains
When I'm sipping on this red drip
After all the time invested
Am I still gonna need this vestige?
Motherfuckers think I'm hectic
I pop pop, they get the message
I'm borderline prophetic
Eyes red like they infected
I been floating through some galaxies
They lock when intersected
I never learn my lesson
Stay gripping on this weapon
Let you motherfuckers shatter me
I'm scattering my blessings
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
I feel like a piece of shit
Don't really wanna speak of it
I hate myself, I'm fading quick
Hate what I see, it make me sick
Hate what I read and have to mix
I hate the breeze of glass in wind
It cut me up, I stitch the skin
And peel it open, bleed again
I'm flowing fast, I cut my neck
I'm dripping on your fucking set
Can't get my cash and blow my check
Got friends I'd rather resurrect
I really sleep and wait for death
Y'all wonder why your boy depressed
I carved initials in my chest
I really think that I'm possessed
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
Don't really wanna speak of it
I hate myself, I'm fading quick
Hate what I see, it make me sick
Hate what I read and have to mix
I hate the breeze of glass in wind
It cut me up, I stitch the skin
And peel it open, bleed again
I'm flowing fast, I cut my neck
I'm dripping on your fucking set
Can't get my cash and blow my check
Got friends I'd rather resurrect
I really sleep and wait for death
Y'all wonder why your boy depressed
I carved initials in my chest
I really think that I'm possessed
Bro this life is not a test
This is torture at it's best
Got some shit I can't confess
It'd make you hate me more or less
Homie I'm a fucking mess
I couldn't take all of this stress
You never know just where I mesh
I blend and turn the walls to flesh bitch
Tell them boys to test it
Come and get your neck slit
Come and get your head split
I just wanna see your brains
When I'm sipping on this red drip
After all the time invested
Am I still gonna need this vestige?
Motherfuckers think I'm hectic
I pop pop, they get the message
I'm borderline prophetic
Eyes red like they infected
I been floating through some galaxies
They lock when intersected
I never learn my lesson
Stay gripping on this weapon
Let you motherfuckers shatter me
I'm scattering my blessings
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
I feel like a piece of shit
Don't really wanna speak of it
I hate myself, I'm fading quick
Hate what I see, it make me sick
Hate what I read and have to mix
I hate the breeze of glass in wind
It cut me up, I stitch the skin
And peel it open, bleed again
I'm flowing fast, I cut my neck
I'm dripping on your fucking set
Can't get my cash and blow my check
Got friends I'd rather resurrect
I really sleep and wait for death
Y'all wonder why your boy depressed
I carved initials in my chest
I really think that I'm possessed
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
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Writer(s): Logan Johnson
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