MAKE OUT WITH DEATH
Walking through the hell
Billion stories to tell
Woke up outta 'nother nightmare
My world wasn't that different
Should I stop and cut my veins?
Me or madness? Who will win?
I am falling off the bridge
Bitch, I'm still highest in the game
One day woke up, choked to death
Bones were cracking like a glass
Demons laughing to my face
It's mind war in head like it's chess
They say I should take some pills
And I'll be fine, but I can't hear
I screamed on the ground
Wonderland turned into hell, now
I'm high as fuck
My dreams are what my nightmares made of
I'm in the room
Feeling the roof is kinda faded
What if the life we live is
something we can't handle?
The knife on fucking desk is hot
I think of make out
Take the blade and make a cake, I bake her
Seperate the paper out her kidney
Don't get suffocated, blood gets brackish
Don't fake shakin' bones, it's operation
"Hey, what a necklace! Where did u get it?"
"Raped ur girl and made it out her tendons"
Murdering the beat: my occupation
Concentrated, cold, I'm Darth Vader
Stop
I don't feel far from the top
Sometimes I feel like I'm sent by the God
Walking on sword like i'm partly a Christ
And I don't give a fuck
if my thoughts are your cuss
I would say fuck Donald Trump
if my eyes weren't open on knowing the mobs
Fuck all the politics, fuck all the lies
And just fuck all the fake people stabbing our backs
Kicking the game on my own, making throne
While these teenager bitches been joking my world
It's so funny that once if you smoked or been drunk
Everybody in world would stand on your toes
This world's for playboys
All evil girls own the best boys
U a sober? U a little bitch, game's over
Don't like gangsta? Pussy is ur name
ای بابا
I should get my chest clean outta dark
Or maybe I let it bleed
Till it's empty of feeling
Cruelty replace it all, huh, huh?
What do u think?
U think I let u go after ur shits?
I used to be the guy
Who could achive peace outta grace
Rest in peace
Wiping my mouth, my teeth were thirsty
Making up a coat with ur white ass skin
Neck is my bottle, ur skull looks sexy
Guess I gotta hang it beside Charles and Jeffrey's
Bongs and Bentlies
Tried my besties
Raising blade from stomatch to my chest is
What is chasing all the goals I've been replacing
I'm high as fuck
My dreams are what my nightmares made of
I'm in the room
Feeling the roof is kinda faded
What if the life we live is something we can't handle?
The knife on fucking desk is hot
I think of make out
Billion stories to tell
Woke up outta 'nother nightmare
My world wasn't that different
Should I stop and cut my veins?
Me or madness? Who will win?
I am falling off the bridge
Bitch, I'm still highest in the game
One day woke up, choked to death
Bones were cracking like a glass
Demons laughing to my face
It's mind war in head like it's chess
They say I should take some pills
And I'll be fine, but I can't hear
I screamed on the ground
Wonderland turned into hell, now
I'm high as fuck
My dreams are what my nightmares made of
I'm in the room
Feeling the roof is kinda faded
What if the life we live is
something we can't handle?
The knife on fucking desk is hot
I think of make out
Take the blade and make a cake, I bake her
Seperate the paper out her kidney
Don't get suffocated, blood gets brackish
Don't fake shakin' bones, it's operation
"Hey, what a necklace! Where did u get it?"
"Raped ur girl and made it out her tendons"
Murdering the beat: my occupation
Concentrated, cold, I'm Darth Vader
Stop
I don't feel far from the top
Sometimes I feel like I'm sent by the God
Walking on sword like i'm partly a Christ
And I don't give a fuck
if my thoughts are your cuss
I would say fuck Donald Trump
if my eyes weren't open on knowing the mobs
Fuck all the politics, fuck all the lies
And just fuck all the fake people stabbing our backs
Kicking the game on my own, making throne
While these teenager bitches been joking my world
It's so funny that once if you smoked or been drunk
Everybody in world would stand on your toes
This world's for playboys
All evil girls own the best boys
U a sober? U a little bitch, game's over
Don't like gangsta? Pussy is ur name
ای بابا
I should get my chest clean outta dark
Or maybe I let it bleed
Till it's empty of feeling
Cruelty replace it all, huh, huh?
What do u think?
U think I let u go after ur shits?
I used to be the guy
Who could achive peace outta grace
Rest in peace
Wiping my mouth, my teeth were thirsty
Making up a coat with ur white ass skin
Neck is my bottle, ur skull looks sexy
Guess I gotta hang it beside Charles and Jeffrey's
Bongs and Bentlies
Tried my besties
Raising blade from stomatch to my chest is
What is chasing all the goals I've been replacing
I'm high as fuck
My dreams are what my nightmares made of
I'm in the room
Feeling the roof is kinda faded
What if the life we live is something we can't handle?
The knife on fucking desk is hot
I think of make out
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Writer(s): Soshiant Hosseini
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