Letras
Distance to the suicide
It's closer than I thought
Ooh, 6 feet to the window
Whisper from my head inside
It always gives me choice
Ooh, it push me to the window
Distance to the suicide
Whisper from my head inside
Wisdom, please tell me some
Jesus, where my wisdom?
They don't see the tears on my face
I feel like a clown know this smile is fake
When can I be real? Fuck that
Even now I'm thinking about new song's concept (woo)
Maybe it could be the simple problem
Maybe I'm not a man type of strong
Bitches blame my fence, get off my zone
Bitches pretend not to have fence, oh lord
They act like a man (woah woah) who have no prejudice
Satan call themselves (hah, woah) I'm the angel
They talk behind me (woah woah) cuz always say
'Bout what make them feel upset (woah woah woah woah)
Somewhere over that window
Maybe that's the land what I'm looking for
Here's no any fucking body I can mingle
I feel like a man stuck in that window
Blah blah
Distance to the suicide
It's closer than I thought
Ooh, 6 feet to the window
Whisper from my head inside
It always gives me choice
Ooh, it push me to the window
Distance to the suicide
Whisper from my head inside
Wisdom, please tell me some
Jesus, where my wisdom?
I was on the block, if someone shot me it would be a suicide
Cuz I wouldn't do nothing, suicide covered by shots
I just wanna hide my plan for suicide from my God
But he will find out, I Imagine every fucking night
My girlfriend getting tired of my pity fucking party
Is it hard to call you my God? It always (oh) Hotline Bling
New thunder's in my head, I admit it's not a hobby
I just wanted to write about cool shit like a Playboi Carti
Lotta people dream about land over the window
Your followers talking bullshit, they might follow different