Mourning Never Comes
Yung James Cash, hoe
What you know?
Heron got no where to go, on my own
What you know?
On my own, on my own, (suicide) Heron got no where to go, huh
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, what?
Anxiety is creeping, prescriptions refilling
They filling my mouth and they locking me out
With the demons still lurking, they possessing me now
I'm still hearing the footsteps through out of my house
With my finger still itching to blow my head out and my body still shaking
I'm ending it now, as I'm tying the noose I'm still thinking 'bout you
Leave me behind, I don't matter to you
You need a new life so I'm giving you mine
I wish and I wish that we had some more time
But it's never too late, maybe this time you're right
Please just forget me, no matter, don't matter, just seek for some light to escape out the night
I lost you that once but now fuck it, it's twice
Last time for a year and now it's for life
I loved you forever, 'til my death, now it's time
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
(Yung James Cash hoe, what?) Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Gash in my skull waiting for a pick up
Play this when I die, who the fuck give a fuck?
No one give a fuck when it's lonely at the top
Now I'm staring down the barrel at the bottom frozen up
I ain't give a shit about a thing you say
I'm tired of the questions asking "Heron you ok?
No I'm fucking not, I just wanna loosen up
Only problem is now my noose is tight as fuck
Had it and I lost it, say I'm sorry it don't cut it
Losing everybody 'round me, all I say is "fucking fuck it
When it comes to fucking this, or it comes to fucking that
I know I'm at the bottom, so I take a seat and laugh
At my sorrow and misfortunes, I'm a problem and a half
Burning all my bridges by the inches, fuck a plan
My only plan is suicide, what the fuck you think?
You know I fucking love you but I know this fucking it, hoe
What you know?
Heron got no where to go, on my own
What you know?
On my own, on my own, (suicide) Heron got no where to go, huh
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, what?
Anxiety is creeping, prescriptions refilling
They filling my mouth and they locking me out
With the demons still lurking, they possessing me now
I'm still hearing the footsteps through out of my house
With my finger still itching to blow my head out and my body still shaking
I'm ending it now, as I'm tying the noose I'm still thinking 'bout you
Leave me behind, I don't matter to you
You need a new life so I'm giving you mine
I wish and I wish that we had some more time
But it's never too late, maybe this time you're right
Please just forget me, no matter, don't matter, just seek for some light to escape out the night
I lost you that once but now fuck it, it's twice
Last time for a year and now it's for life
I loved you forever, 'til my death, now it's time
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
(Yung James Cash hoe, what?) Ri-ridin' in the Chevy, yes, he also smoke the ink, mane
Gash in my skull waiting for a pick up
Play this when I die, who the fuck give a fuck?
No one give a fuck when it's lonely at the top
Now I'm staring down the barrel at the bottom frozen up
I ain't give a shit about a thing you say
I'm tired of the questions asking "Heron you ok?
No I'm fucking not, I just wanna loosen up
Only problem is now my noose is tight as fuck
Had it and I lost it, say I'm sorry it don't cut it
Losing everybody 'round me, all I say is "fucking fuck it
When it comes to fucking this, or it comes to fucking that
I know I'm at the bottom, so I take a seat and laugh
At my sorrow and misfortunes, I'm a problem and a half
Burning all my bridges by the inches, fuck a plan
My only plan is suicide, what the fuck you think?
You know I fucking love you but I know this fucking it, hoe
Credits
Writer(s): Wolfgang Beaumont
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Altri album
- THIS SONG IS MEANT TO SOUND LIKE THIS - Single
- I Found This Bootleg Cassette In A Walmart Parking Lot - Single
- GETTING UP FREESTYLE PART 2
- THE_CODE_OF_SILENCE (feat. DeathOfDane) - Single
- FRIDAY 13TH
- Revelations Part VII: The Lake of Fire Saga
- Fases - Single
- CERBERUS (feat. Kid Kunai) - Single
- Mourning Never Comes - Single
- Mourning Never Comes
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