Blackened Roses
I fucking hate a motherfucker
That be tryna tell me
How to live my fucking life
I'm gonna shoot you
Gonna stab you
With my mother fucking knife
That silent knife don't hear a sound
Hear you screaming all around
Beg me I don't give a fuck
Ask me nice don't give a fuck
I bleed and drown
But no one even bats an eye
To see if I'm alright
As a matter a fact
I don't give a motherfucking shit
I just want you out my life
Its not hard to say goodbye
I'm gonna slash my wrist
Hear me now cause I'm not asking twice
You motherfuckers bring me down
Then build me up to knock it down
I see you ridin round the town
With that grin you lookin like a motherfucking
Clown
Seven hoes and I still don't know
If I can ever go to the show
I dont know imma snort blow
After puffin then I snort another seven lines
Motherfuckin demon when it come to the drugs
Don't you ever call me a motherfuckin thug
Im just a motherfucker who just wants to get high
I'm just a motherfucker who's just tryna get by
Tryna get by with another seven lines
Grab the fucking paper then I burn another line
Always showin everybody that I am alright
But deep down on the motherfucking inside
I just wanna die
I just wanna end my fucking life
Why do I try
Why do I cry
Why do I put so much into this nothingness
I will just stop and then pray that my heart does as well
Send me to hell
Ring all the bells
I do not buy I just sell
Kingpin of seven cartels
Writing my name on the list
Say you love me then switch
Bursting bitches ovarian cists
I am thinking, I do not exist
I was not sent here to try
I was just sent here to die
Why can't I cry even though it's been hurting me
I know that I am down bad with psychopathy
Why shouldn't I pull the plug on my life?
Why shouldn't I Stab my eyes with a knife?
Wanting to die take my wrists then I slice
Gambling with my mortality don't get too close to me
Let me just rust in piece
I do not want to try
Fuck up my life I was born to die
That be tryna tell me
How to live my fucking life
I'm gonna shoot you
Gonna stab you
With my mother fucking knife
That silent knife don't hear a sound
Hear you screaming all around
Beg me I don't give a fuck
Ask me nice don't give a fuck
I bleed and drown
But no one even bats an eye
To see if I'm alright
As a matter a fact
I don't give a motherfucking shit
I just want you out my life
Its not hard to say goodbye
I'm gonna slash my wrist
Hear me now cause I'm not asking twice
You motherfuckers bring me down
Then build me up to knock it down
I see you ridin round the town
With that grin you lookin like a motherfucking
Clown
Seven hoes and I still don't know
If I can ever go to the show
I dont know imma snort blow
After puffin then I snort another seven lines
Motherfuckin demon when it come to the drugs
Don't you ever call me a motherfuckin thug
Im just a motherfucker who just wants to get high
I'm just a motherfucker who's just tryna get by
Tryna get by with another seven lines
Grab the fucking paper then I burn another line
Always showin everybody that I am alright
But deep down on the motherfucking inside
I just wanna die
I just wanna end my fucking life
Why do I try
Why do I cry
Why do I put so much into this nothingness
I will just stop and then pray that my heart does as well
Send me to hell
Ring all the bells
I do not buy I just sell
Kingpin of seven cartels
Writing my name on the list
Say you love me then switch
Bursting bitches ovarian cists
I am thinking, I do not exist
I was not sent here to try
I was just sent here to die
Why can't I cry even though it's been hurting me
I know that I am down bad with psychopathy
Why shouldn't I pull the plug on my life?
Why shouldn't I Stab my eyes with a knife?
Wanting to die take my wrists then I slice
Gambling with my mortality don't get too close to me
Let me just rust in piece
I do not want to try
Fuck up my life I was born to die
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Writer(s): Tyson Dean O'bryan
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