Lyrics
Bitch I pull up in the all black Benz
Fit stay white but my mind stay dead
I can't even talk about it can't pretend
Said she stay with me right until the end
Gotta keep my head up gotta keep my bread up
I don't even wanna hear a god damn thing
Gotta keep my dread up gotta keep my lead up
Straight into my head yeah the bullets sing
Been decades since I felt okay
Heavens gate let me sit and pray
Walk outside all I see is grey
59 cult I resuscitate
Talk about shit that I don't remember
Been over a year since that November
Put a hole right up in my center
Putting my mind into a blender
Reminisce how she used to spend up
All her time with only me
In the days we were together
Didn't care about a thing
Now it's time to move on instantly
She talking so insistently
I can't even get sympathy
I'm sad as fuck consistently
I drown my sorrows in that bottle know that shit is killing me
Reaper at my doorstep so I let him inside willingly
Darkness at my fingers wonder how it isn't filling me
Go to bed cause life right now ain't really fucking thrilling me
I wake up in my bed and wonder if I'll be alright
Talking bout how I mean nothing know that she was right
Everybody doubting me I kept pushing despite
Breaking down atop my throne I take my fucking life