TryingToExist! (Outro)
I think I'm dying, I'm trying to forget I think I'm lying
I'm dying, I think I'm getting sick of it
Time to to leave, yeah, son of a bitch, Drank too much, let me piss real quick
Skipping through life, won't sim that shit
Now I'm texting her phone, should I send that shit
I meant that shit. Put all my niggas in a charter bus, yeah
It's gon' take bout all of us Blood tied, baby, we built on trust, Anonymous
Didn't rob clothes or jewels on the lick
Coming for your spot and I mean that shit
Ayy, pouring in my songs, nigga, hear my clips
And I'm running off the map, I'ma miss that bitch
Tap that, like a blunt in a row, It's the fact that I know I'm gonna go
It's the fact that I think I'll die alone It's the fact that I already know
Trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to forget I'm trying
I'm dying, and I think I'm getting sick of it, I'm sick of it, sick of the shit
I don't need that bitch, look I don't wanna slide, not risking shit
Gone with the day, so I smoke my shit, I'm facing it
I sin for you, and I sat down and I listened And I hurt for two
And I don't think you should mention
What I mean to you, cause I really like the tension
Now I'm in the mood, lock the door to my room
My message, not sending Pussy done got on my shit list
I miss his bitch, so I sent it She don't wanna tell him she missing me
How can I lose, I'm too damn cool And I'm sitting here just laughing, ooh
Not tryna sound promiscuous When I say I wanna kiss on you
Can't tell it, compelling Now I'm thinking you're the devil, uh
All my secrets telling Blood on my sleeve, it, it's spreading, uh
Time I'ma waste, can't tell it and my phone, don't call, no telly, uh
Pour up a glass, for the cele And I own my soul, won't sell it, uh
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to forget I'm trying, I'm dying, and I think I'm getting
Sick of it I'm dying, and I'm trying to forget
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm getting sick of it
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm getting sick of it
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm getting sick of it
I'm dying, I think I'm getting sick of it
Time to to leave, yeah, son of a bitch, Drank too much, let me piss real quick
Skipping through life, won't sim that shit
Now I'm texting her phone, should I send that shit
I meant that shit. Put all my niggas in a charter bus, yeah
It's gon' take bout all of us Blood tied, baby, we built on trust, Anonymous
Didn't rob clothes or jewels on the lick
Coming for your spot and I mean that shit
Ayy, pouring in my songs, nigga, hear my clips
And I'm running off the map, I'ma miss that bitch
Tap that, like a blunt in a row, It's the fact that I know I'm gonna go
It's the fact that I think I'll die alone It's the fact that I already know
Trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to forget I'm trying
I'm dying, and I think I'm getting sick of it, I'm sick of it, sick of the shit
I don't need that bitch, look I don't wanna slide, not risking shit
Gone with the day, so I smoke my shit, I'm facing it
I sin for you, and I sat down and I listened And I hurt for two
And I don't think you should mention
What I mean to you, cause I really like the tension
Now I'm in the mood, lock the door to my room
My message, not sending Pussy done got on my shit list
I miss his bitch, so I sent it She don't wanna tell him she missing me
How can I lose, I'm too damn cool And I'm sitting here just laughing, ooh
Not tryna sound promiscuous When I say I wanna kiss on you
Can't tell it, compelling Now I'm thinking you're the devil, uh
All my secrets telling Blood on my sleeve, it, it's spreading, uh
Time I'ma waste, can't tell it and my phone, don't call, no telly, uh
Pour up a glass, for the cele And I own my soul, won't sell it, uh
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to forget I'm trying, I'm dying, and I think I'm getting
Sick of it I'm dying, and I'm trying to forget
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm getting sick of it
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm getting sick of it
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm getting sick of it
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Orlandi
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