High Midnight

Wake up everyday with that gut feeling that I'm dead
Poppin xans to get me through this night
Blacked out and hung myself inside your shed
You don't give two fucks about my life you switched on me instead
Living all the time with the feeling of a sniper to my head

You did not deny wanna fucking die now
Thoughts of suicide running through my head now
Scared me half to death run up with that knife now
Run up to me downtown tell me put the gun down

But I don't wanna go wanna stay for the show
Hoes blowing up my phone
Tell em that I'm not down just down in my own thoughts
Of all the wishing that I was just dead

Always takings shots til I feel it in my head
Showin all this emotion but I'm feelin really dead

I don't know what's wrong with me
There is nothing left for me
But pain and misery

Fuck the people
Fuck the class
Burning paper
Buring cash

Those were the days of chillin and livin
Take my body in a bag
Tie my shoes I'm done trippin
Fuck this life I'm done living
Took the noose beside my head
Living a life that I dread

Certified rapper, certified trapper
Got my six and got my .9
Hang myself at high Midnight
Imma be dead by daylight, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Leighton Hunter Nichols, Tyson Dean O'bryan
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