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Fuck, I don't even know what's right anymore, I'm so stressed out
Ripping up my lyrics, throw my pen and put the pen down
My mother and father been telling me that
I'm too worried 'bout being the best out
Reaching up under my bed, into my shoebox, pulling the TEC out
Police and paramedics rushing to me as I bled out
I'm hearing God calling my name, or is it the Devil? I can't tell now
You been offering me bitches and fame, tryna get me to sell out
They say love is way stronger than death, I'm
Struggling hard just to get a breath out, shit
Come walk a day in my Chuck T's
These stomach pains don't go away until I fall asleep
I've seen doctors, I've popped pills, ain't nothing work
I thought this bullet I just took would fucking stop the hurt
I'm having panic attacks like 10 times a day
Every single fucking second, tryna find a way
Just to catch my breath, but I'm attacked with stress
I can't breathe, I can't sleep, so I just lie awake
Fuck, on the ground and I'm barely moving
They say if God brought you to it, he can bring you through it
I hope that's true, I need that shit to be true
I heard suicide won't bring you to
Heaven, that's why I'm scared to do it
If I can make it through another day and night
I'll be stronger, maybe I just will survive
If I can wait 'til tomorrow
Forget all of my sorrow
No one gets what I am going through
I'm just tryna get over these blues
But I just need to wait 'til tomorrow
Just give a chance to tomorrow
Self-inflicted violence, I hear the sounds of the sirens
This ain't how I picture dying, I see
My parents both crying at my funeral
Life is brutal, but beautiful
Why'd I choose this industry? I shoulda worked in a cubicle
I shoulda worked in an office
Nah, fuck that shit, music's my calling
I swear every single day I wake up fucking feeling nauseous
I see God and his angels, and the Devil holding his pitchfork