Attempt
Attempt number one, fuck you, I'm done
Gat to my head, Russian roulette
First shot's a blank, what's gonna come next
I live another day, hopin' for the best
I hate myself, I hate my choices
The voices are loud, fuck their noises
Hallucinations, delusional invasions, stuck in isolation
Attempt number two, what I gotta do
I see a pretty bridge, I don't want to live
Bed sheet's a noose 'cause the bunk six-shoot
Fuck a dub sack and fuck you too
Tied it around my neck, Whoop, Whoop there's a detect
Ran through the snow with ready rock to go
Dying inside while trying on this high
I wanna die
I wanna live for me, I wanna live for me
I wanna live so fuckin' incredibly
I wanna live for me, I wanna live for me
I wanna feel lovestruck, full and be enough
And speak with my chest but it's tough
I wanna live for me, I wanna live for me
I wanna see places, secretive spaces
With hope and warm embraces
Attempt number three, what's it gonna be
Fuck my being, fuck everybody
Copped my last sack, fell off the right track
Let's end it all, no more brawls, no more eight balls
I'm done fighting, I'm done trying
Look, there's a pill bottle, I like fine dining
Let's add it to the mix, this is it
I'm ill, Imma eat all these pills
But Imma live for me, Imma live for me
Imma live so fuckin' incredibly
But Imma live for me, Imma live for me
Imma feel lovestruck, full and be enough
And speak with my chest, wassup
Gat to my head, Russian roulette
First shot's a blank, what's gonna come next
I live another day, hopin' for the best
I hate myself, I hate my choices
The voices are loud, fuck their noises
Hallucinations, delusional invasions, stuck in isolation
Attempt number two, what I gotta do
I see a pretty bridge, I don't want to live
Bed sheet's a noose 'cause the bunk six-shoot
Fuck a dub sack and fuck you too
Tied it around my neck, Whoop, Whoop there's a detect
Ran through the snow with ready rock to go
Dying inside while trying on this high
I wanna die
I wanna live for me, I wanna live for me
I wanna live so fuckin' incredibly
I wanna live for me, I wanna live for me
I wanna feel lovestruck, full and be enough
And speak with my chest but it's tough
I wanna live for me, I wanna live for me
I wanna see places, secretive spaces
With hope and warm embraces
Attempt number three, what's it gonna be
Fuck my being, fuck everybody
Copped my last sack, fell off the right track
Let's end it all, no more brawls, no more eight balls
I'm done fighting, I'm done trying
Look, there's a pill bottle, I like fine dining
Let's add it to the mix, this is it
I'm ill, Imma eat all these pills
But Imma live for me, Imma live for me
Imma live so fuckin' incredibly
But Imma live for me, Imma live for me
Imma feel lovestruck, full and be enough
And speak with my chest, wassup
Credits
Writer(s): Y The Frog
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