| What can we do with all this fucking pain?
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| Somebody stop the pain!
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| I finally look to paint a picture of my whole life
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| And for me to end it would be so nice
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| Somebody driving on this back street
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| So I could leave my shit all on the back seat
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| Cause I don’t love my life no more
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| So I don’t wanna fight no more
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| I felt this way before but it died out
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| So I shot my fucking eye out
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| Nobody understands me HELP
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| But I don’t understand my SELF
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| I always find myself bein trapped
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| And my drugs that I take so I’m at
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| That point in my motherfuckin life
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| Where I don’t wanna live a fuckin lie
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| I just wanna die
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| I just wanna die
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| Die
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| I just wanna die
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| Die
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| Let’s go on a journey
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| Boldly go where no man has gone before
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| Buckle up and lets take a ride
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| I want you to watch me commit suicide
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| We’re headed for a place in a dark land
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| In desperate search of that dark man
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| But don’t you move keep it right there
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| I wanna bring you smooth into my nightmare
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| Don’t be afraid of watching life bleed
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| Explore my every thought, come out and sightsee
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| There’s no man alive, that can promise breath
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| But once we arrive, I can promise death
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| And now were headed for the crossroads
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| Gettin deeper in the lost coves
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| And once we arrive
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| Close your motherfuckin eyes
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| Cause I’m about to die
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| Skit:
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| Will wake up
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| «What, what, what, what man»
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| Damn you ain’t been listenin man?
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| This shit is real, man, I don’t give a fuck will, you payin attention
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| «just drive nigga, damn»
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| You listenin, will its goin down, right fuckin now
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| I put the pistol to my temple
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| See the bullet in the chamber
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| Cocked it back and out of anger
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| I pulled the crack, see the shells jump out the side
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| Now I’m fallin back, I’m seein faces but they’re all in black
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| I’m hearin sounds but I can’t hear
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| I’m seein pictures in my head but they ain’t clear
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| My every picture flashed at full speed
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| And now I’m feelin like I’m loosin my grips on all reality
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| But my reality’s a battle G
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| And I was tired of havin talks with myself about mentality
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| End it all I stand tall apparently I wasn’t patient enough to hear the man
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| Call
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| So now I leave myself to strive or die, but I’ve lost all my hopes inside
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| And I just wanna die
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| Yo will wake the fuck up
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| «What, what, what, Man, Damn»
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| Man I’m talkin about killin myself man
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| «Wanna kill yourself?»
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| That’s right I don’t give a fuck
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| «Aight»
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| What you think I’m playin
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| Argument… gunshot…car crash |