Thinking
Some of you fuck niggas be praying down on that weak shit
Praying down on the fall of me but that ain't stopping me shit
Woke up to another piss fit, niggas want smoke and face it
None of them face the consequence and it makes me pissed
I know that these fuck niggas wanna see me lose
But the game too nice on me, I let 'em pick or choose
To see what's real and what's not in this world, I know they colors once I see it
Mandatory that you be real with me or your head's through this .XD clip
Stranded in a room with walls of nothingness and a bench
I lay down thinking what visions I would think of after death
The only thing I see is nothing but black, the color of my heart
'Cause I'm heartless in real life, as I stab you in the dark
Thought about killing my family
Torture them and asking them that I want what's best for me
So then I did it as I laughed in peace
Since the day I was born, I knew they meant nothing to me
Drugs can't help me escape my insanity
Stuck in this room, it's been too long, felt like eternity
Haven't spoke to my friends but they don't know my whereabouts
But in the end, it's fuck the people that have put me on about
All the money and the fame, where I put 'em, left 'em solo with no help
Then years later, come to me when they think to kill themselves
As I walk away from them expressing pain to my brain
All the memories what's left of me will soon all turn to fade
The blood is in my hands and I take zero credit
Notes that I've been writing, telling me to just end it
Abandon all the shit that made you happy and excited
But all I can think about is death, war, and violence
The blood is in my hands and I take zero credit
Notes that I've been writing, telling me to just end it
Abandon all the shit that made you happy and excited
But all I can think about is death, war, and violence
Praying down on the fall of me but that ain't stopping me shit
Woke up to another piss fit, niggas want smoke and face it
None of them face the consequence and it makes me pissed
I know that these fuck niggas wanna see me lose
But the game too nice on me, I let 'em pick or choose
To see what's real and what's not in this world, I know they colors once I see it
Mandatory that you be real with me or your head's through this .XD clip
Stranded in a room with walls of nothingness and a bench
I lay down thinking what visions I would think of after death
The only thing I see is nothing but black, the color of my heart
'Cause I'm heartless in real life, as I stab you in the dark
Thought about killing my family
Torture them and asking them that I want what's best for me
So then I did it as I laughed in peace
Since the day I was born, I knew they meant nothing to me
Drugs can't help me escape my insanity
Stuck in this room, it's been too long, felt like eternity
Haven't spoke to my friends but they don't know my whereabouts
But in the end, it's fuck the people that have put me on about
All the money and the fame, where I put 'em, left 'em solo with no help
Then years later, come to me when they think to kill themselves
As I walk away from them expressing pain to my brain
All the memories what's left of me will soon all turn to fade
The blood is in my hands and I take zero credit
Notes that I've been writing, telling me to just end it
Abandon all the shit that made you happy and excited
But all I can think about is death, war, and violence
The blood is in my hands and I take zero credit
Notes that I've been writing, telling me to just end it
Abandon all the shit that made you happy and excited
But all I can think about is death, war, and violence
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Writer(s): Kenneth Hernandez
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