Death Talk

Letter to anybody, I was gone say my grandfather
But really, it's just a letter to anybody I love fasho
Just incase they was wondering what I was doing

None really going on
Wish y'all could call my phone when I really need ya
Never talk bout how I'm doing you just hear it through the speaker
Working on myself (Yeah)
Stopped asking for some help (Yeah)
Losing track of my health (Yeah)
Say it time and time again
I done lost Amaya so I always check up on my friends
But I don't wanna be hear nomore
Don't know what to tell em, they don't understand how I'm feeling so

I just keep it pushing
I don't ever talk to much
Rather just be in my home alone, on a lot of drugs
And who are you to judge
If you don't know how I'm feelin' I'm fighting myself everyday once again
They asking me what I'm thinking I never just tell em' that I wanna end
Too much motion before I go gotta make sure that I won
Never cared if I died, I was risking my life ever since I begun (Ohh)
Reaper come and chase me
And if I fall, I don't care if he take me
Probably saying some things you don't wanna hear
Rather be real than tell a lie or some
Niggas ready to get killed if I die or some

None really goin on
Wish y'all could call my phone when I really need ya
Never talk bout how I'm doing you just hear it through the speaker
Working on myself (Yeah)
Stopped asking for some help (Yeah)
Losing track of my health (Yeah)
Say it time and time again
I done lost Amaya so I always check up on my friends
But I don't wanna be hear nomore
Don't know what to tell em, they don't understand how I'm feeling so

Gun stay in my pocket, if a nigga wanna try
Take this as a warning, fuck around and you gone die (Woah)
Focused on commas, ain't worried bout' drama
Just wanna give the whole world to my Momma
Gotta go get it before I go under
I'm never slipping I never could fumble
I gotta hustle through Winter and Summer
She hit my phone and just said that she coming
I hit it right and she say that she cumming
Since I was 15 a nigga been gunning
Lift up my burner and aim for the stars
I'm off a Xanax I'm still going hard
I'm in the Stu' with Tra and Lil Joey
They saying Flamez is the best and he know it
Hurting for long I never could show it
I been hurting for long and never could show it

None really going on
Wish y'all could call my phone when I really need ya
Never talk bout how I'm doing you just hear it through the speaker
Working on myself (Yeah)
Stopped asking for some help (Yeah)
Losing track of my health (Yeah)
Say it time and time again
I done lost Amaya so I always check up on my friends
But I don't wanna be hear nomore
Don't know what to tell em, they don't understand how I'm feeling so



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Writer(s): Tristan Buckley
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