Letras
Hey baby girl, I think you shouldn't wait up
But I'm just wondering, is your mind really
made up?
I cling to you cause you're the perfect girl for me
You cling to me cause of potential that you see
But honestly, mentally, I ain't been doing straight
Pumping records, hoping someone can relate
Black and white checkmate,
The other side to the corporeal
Say something nice at my memorial
Make sure it's affordable, don't waste your dollars on no bitch
Go ahead and black out my image, sick of pretending
The 12-pack still in my fridge, so I'ma save it for a day
I feel unhinged, if I'm drinking, I'ma binge
Truthfully, I need a win, too late to be safe from sin
You might not see me tomorrow He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone
You might not see me tomorrow He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone
Most days go up in smoke, lately taking care of my folks
And the homies that need therapy, if I'm there for them, who's there for me
Don't matter, it ain't fair to me
As a Libra, been balancing,
Feeling the emotions that are so out our control
Looking back I see this life has took its toll
So I owe it to embarrassment, owe it to my parents
My Father crushed my self-respect,
I'm barely breathing, I'm not dead
Life's a bitch, I'm drunk from yesterday
The poison sinking viciously, was the antidote in me
Watch my eyes swell up, I shut away and dwell up
Bars in my cell up, but I see I'm in hell now
See my mind fail now, ninth inning and I struck out
Falling from a landing strip, losing air, I hold the ship
I want no one to cry, say I'm an angel, let me fly
We don't believe, but we can try
Play my music in the sky, and if you never see me again
Baby, just know, I fell for you, until the very end
You might not see me tomorrow He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone
You might not see me tomorrow He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone
This girl conservative like Candace Owens, not that far
She ain't think Alex Jones the chosen one Fuck am I talking about, I need a gun
A method of release, maybe that'll be my happy ending
Cause you know graves don't do pretending
Fell out the pack like vending machines
Like dogs don't do amphetamines
They say I'm human, what's that mean
Mr. Overthinker tell me how's the pain sinking Kidney burst and he's still drinking
Are there souls that there's no saving? Maybe so
I might as well overdose, it's cool Watch me jump through the ropes
My thoughts are tied, I'm losing hope
But this melody's so dope
So just keep on singing on, especially when I'm gone
I might not be Missed Much, but I know I ain't Miss Much
But I'm gon' miss you a whole bunch
If you sad by some French wine
You'll forget about me in due time Au revoir to all mine
Just promise me you'll be fine So I can finally rest in peace
So peace