15 weapons I can change ya life in 15 seconds I was 15 when I realized the damage I was 16 when I moved to Atlanta, metro My view foggy still Vomit on the ground yelling out to my mommy still Will daddy? is daddy here ever? Holes inside my skin don’t make me feel no better Fake leather that them niggas sold back at home in Corpus The crib we had on Brockhampton made all us feel enormous I feel closed in and boxed in now No disrespect to my sister but I need to get out Lemme light this cigarette now, watch me not put it to my mouth Watch it die though, just like all of us We all gon' die slow, phone home to Ohio Is Scott here? I think that Scott here cause he the only that seem to care about us 'Where the love at?, Where the trust at?' Used iMessage to send my main bitch that, she still ain't hit me back I'mma pretend this gat is the place I’m supposed to lay my head at Lemme take this nap
If you want me dead, gon' head and shoot me down If you want me dead, gon head and kill me now
I’ve been dead I’ve seen so many legs, arms, tear apart How did this start?
You think it’s wrong for me to die? I’ve been dead my whole life I'm still searching for what’s right But we all know I ain’t right
Stay focused
You can cut it now -Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
