I feel like a piece of shit
Don't really wanna speak of it
I hate myself, I'm fading quick
Hate what I see, it make me sick
Hate what I read and have to mix
I hate the breeze of glass in wind
It cut me up, I stitch the skin
And peel it open, bleed again
I'm flowing fast, I cut my neck
I'm dripping on your f*cking set
Can't get my cash and blow my check
Got friends I'd rather resurrect
I really sleep and wait for death
Y'all wonder why your boy depressed
I carved initials in my chest
I really think that I'm possessed
Bro this life is not a test
This is torture at it's best
Got some shit I can't confess
It'd make you hate me more or less
Homie I'm a f*cking mess
I couldn't take all of this stress
You never know just where I mesh
I blend and turn the walls to flesh bitch
Tell them boys to test it
Come and get your neck slit
Come and get your head split
I just wanna see your brains
When I'm sipping on this red drip
After all the time invested
Am I still gonna need this vestige?
Motherf*ckers think I'm hectic
I pop pop, they get the message
I'm borderline prophetic
Eyes red like they infected
I been floating through some galaxies
They lock when intersected
I never learn my lesson
Stay gripping on this weapon
Let you motherf*ckers shatter me
I'm scattering my blessings
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
I feel like a piece of shit
Don't really wanna speak of it
I hate myself, I'm fading quick
Hate what I see, it make me sick
Hate what I read and have to mix
I hate the breeze of glass in wind
It cut me up, I stitch the skin
And peel it open, bleed again
I'm flowing fast, I cut my neck
I'm dripping on your f*cking set
Can't get my cash and blow my check
Got friends I'd rather resurrect
I really sleep and wait for death
Y'all wonder why your boy depressed
I carved initials in my chest
I really think that I'm possessed
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it
Don't talk about
Don't talk about it