D34THW12H - S4Y YØUR PR4Y3RS
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No reason to keep living
Stuck in an endless cycle, i keep sinning
Thought i would be different
But i turned out just like my father, i keep missing
Fuck!
Mom's a weak bitch, the only time that she call...when she need shit
Your messages arrive in my dm's
I read them but i left her no reply when i seen them...fuck her
Locked up in my room with a lighter...a glass pipe over fire
My sad life pass by, rotate like a tire
Feelin like i'm going in circles, jumping over these hurdles
Always working ain't working for mе, i learned to
Find happiness in acid trips, as my first movе
I'm dying black and lit with half a zip off of the percs
Two vicodin l like to sip off of the purple
The end slowly approaching
Sold my soul so we could win, let them throw me into the furnace
We the chosen ones who giveth, the holy spirit you worship
All i want is to be rich but i don't even see the purpose
To keep holding on to shit that can't go with me in the dirt
When i lay cold, my body stiff sitting deep underneath the earth
And thou shall honor me in memory by what i preach in this verse
Wish death on me, i aim at my brain, i'm on my way to my maker
So call satan and tell him, "say your prayers"
Stuck in an endless cycle, i keep sinning
Thought i would be different
But i turned out just like my father, i keep missing
Fuck!
Mom's a weak bitch, the only time that she call...when she need shit
Your messages arrive in my dm's
I read them but i left her no reply when i seen them...fuck her
Locked up in my room with a lighter...a glass pipe over fire
My sad life pass by, rotate like a tire
Feelin like i'm going in circles, jumping over these hurdles
Always working ain't working for mе, i learned to
Find happiness in acid trips, as my first movе
I'm dying black and lit with half a zip off of the percs
Two vicodin l like to sip off of the purple
The end slowly approaching
Sold my soul so we could win, let them throw me into the furnace
We the chosen ones who giveth, the holy spirit you worship
All i want is to be rich but i don't even see the purpose
To keep holding on to shit that can't go with me in the dirt
When i lay cold, my body stiff sitting deep underneath the earth
And thou shall honor me in memory by what i preach in this verse
Wish death on me, i aim at my brain, i'm on my way to my maker
So call satan and tell him, "say your prayers"
