The Undenying Whispers
When you die, you go to another life. Maybe heaven, maybe purgatory, maybe hell
These are the kind of questions that make us puzzle profoundly about our existence
Death is not the end
Rip open my chest, take out my ribs and cut them into pieces
I don't like people or places, just my space, I fuckin' need it
Sippin' on potion while bleedin', underneath you see my demons
Constantly schemin' and pleadin' out for me to come and see them
I don't wanna be near them anymore, just close the door
Walk away from it and head north, until you see the sword
Try to pick it up, but your fingers sore. I may have lost the battle, but I won the war, uh
And I've been dealin' with depression by copin' with smokin', overdosin'
As of lately, been chillin' with no one, I've been lonely
Feelin' fake and phony, all my homies wanna disown me
Cause I'm broken and I'm chokin' on this smoke like some baloney
I'm still wonderin' why my time is always frozen
Tell my bitch get down and duck, cause the clips are fully loaded
Now I'm goin' insane, feel the blood rush to my brain
Last night I slit both my wrists and now I'm bleeding from my veins
Isolate myself so much, but stay with my dick and her guts
I'm chillin' in the fuckin' cut, rollin' up a couple blunts
See me on my skateboard, I roll by and bitch, I'm doin' stunts
Lace my fuckin' runtz, shinin' brighter than the sun
I'm on a couple of drugs, take a couple of slugs
From a couple cups, fuckin' double-duppin'
Now my face is numb with hella bumps from the fuckin' runtz
Gimme my gun, load the clip, aim it, squeeze it and make you run
I'm a phantom comin' in dumb, leave you in a stun
Used to be a bum, now it's like I'm off my meds or some
I can't sleep at night, not even in my bed
Cause I be in my head all alone, sneakin' with my thoughts
It's like my brain is tickin' off and then I try to cough
But nothin' comes out but a little bit of dust
And I'm like, what the fuck, wipe it off, little bit of frost
On my shoulders, carry moss
Might go out to New Orleans to see the boys from Mardi Gras
Bitch, what you thought? Load up the cannon and then light the spark
I'm at the park, I'm just waitin' for Mark. He's gon' pull up in a all-black Honda Accord
It's after dark, the hours are short. The longer I wait, the less he can snort
I am just crazy and dizzy, don't listen to me
I'mma die soon, I promise my part, bitch
These are the kind of questions that make us puzzle profoundly about our existence
Death is not the end
Rip open my chest, take out my ribs and cut them into pieces
I don't like people or places, just my space, I fuckin' need it
Sippin' on potion while bleedin', underneath you see my demons
Constantly schemin' and pleadin' out for me to come and see them
I don't wanna be near them anymore, just close the door
Walk away from it and head north, until you see the sword
Try to pick it up, but your fingers sore. I may have lost the battle, but I won the war, uh
And I've been dealin' with depression by copin' with smokin', overdosin'
As of lately, been chillin' with no one, I've been lonely
Feelin' fake and phony, all my homies wanna disown me
Cause I'm broken and I'm chokin' on this smoke like some baloney
I'm still wonderin' why my time is always frozen
Tell my bitch get down and duck, cause the clips are fully loaded
Now I'm goin' insane, feel the blood rush to my brain
Last night I slit both my wrists and now I'm bleeding from my veins
Isolate myself so much, but stay with my dick and her guts
I'm chillin' in the fuckin' cut, rollin' up a couple blunts
See me on my skateboard, I roll by and bitch, I'm doin' stunts
Lace my fuckin' runtz, shinin' brighter than the sun
I'm on a couple of drugs, take a couple of slugs
From a couple cups, fuckin' double-duppin'
Now my face is numb with hella bumps from the fuckin' runtz
Gimme my gun, load the clip, aim it, squeeze it and make you run
I'm a phantom comin' in dumb, leave you in a stun
Used to be a bum, now it's like I'm off my meds or some
I can't sleep at night, not even in my bed
Cause I be in my head all alone, sneakin' with my thoughts
It's like my brain is tickin' off and then I try to cough
But nothin' comes out but a little bit of dust
And I'm like, what the fuck, wipe it off, little bit of frost
On my shoulders, carry moss
Might go out to New Orleans to see the boys from Mardi Gras
Bitch, what you thought? Load up the cannon and then light the spark
I'm at the park, I'm just waitin' for Mark. He's gon' pull up in a all-black Honda Accord
It's after dark, the hours are short. The longer I wait, the less he can snort
I am just crazy and dizzy, don't listen to me
I'mma die soon, I promise my part, bitch
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Writer(s): Jj Cole
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