Windows down with a frown Ash on my jeans Been up eating beans These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head But I’d rather be dead Got no bread Out of meds I can’t find no tranquility Put me out of my misery Insomnia drivin' me mental, so I put it on a front like golds on my dental My lifes accidental At the drop of a pencil I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker while I’m drivin a rental Oh no don’t tempt me I ain’t slept in six weeks Haven’t ate since wednesday God damn I’m empty
[VERSE 2: Yung Slumber]
I fall asleep but I don't want to rise out of bed Escape to my dreams I know some of them wet The sun shinin bright as I open my eyes and then close up the blinds and wish that I was dead Some people wanna call me a pussy Some people wanna call me a bitch Some people wanna tell me that it ain’t that bad Lift up that chin I wonder what they’d say after I slice my wrists 2 slits I’m gone in the endless abyss One way street and i need a fucking lift If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean shit Po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup Gulping it down til' I don’t give a fuckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
