Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coughing Up Blood, artist - Mac Lethal.
Date of issue: 08.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Coughing Up Blood |
I’ll be honest, I’ll be raw, I’ll be real as hell |
Lately I’ve been thinking fuck it, maybe I should kill myself |
This is the first time I’ve ever considered this, but fuck it |
I can’t handle all this pressure, but wait a minute |
If I take my life and end it, 'cause I seem scared of my feelings |
Who the fuck is gonna be there for my children? |
I’m not scared to die, I guess I’m scared to start |
It feels like I’m far too damaged to repair my heart |
It down my cheeks, the depression pours |
I’m in too much pain to open up your empty dresser drawers |
I’m into much pain to open up that’s what you left me for |
I guess I felt too much of my own pain, instead of yours |
My children smell the Brandy on my breath |
They smell the marijuana stench, I swear it’s so intense |
Is this Hell? |
Fuck! |
It has to be, I swear I caught a glimpse |
The hurt is blacker and it’s deeper than the Mariana Trench |
Japanese whiskey bree in a crystal glass |
Knowing I could end this pain with one single pistol blast to the head |
But I can’t heal if I’m dead |
So maybe I should finally confront my twisted past |
I’ve had insomnia for days, I’m exhausted in the days |
The sun is bright and it’s shining but I’m lost inside a maze |
Like the shining— |
I’ve lost my fucking mind, and I do not care if I find it |
I’m panicking, I’m hiding, man but all this full of love |
We need dissolve our fucking grudge |
Before our family gets divided by two lawyers and a judge |
I’m coughing up my blood |
I can’t handle this experience, stop it, pull the plug |
I swear I’ve lost my faith |
There is toxic waste up in my bloodstream |
Every single man in the world only wants one thing |
It’s not sex, not beauty, not a piece of mind |
It’s a woman, that’s okay if she is weak sometimes |
I’m losing it, I swear to God I’m back to do some stupid shit |
So many people out there are hurt and we call them lunatics |
Because the pain, makes them do something that seems twisted |
When all they fucking needed was someone to sit and listen, god damn! |
Yeah I paid my dues, I paid in full |
Severtized with myself, the blade is cold |
I carry grief by the ton, it’s a weight I pull |
So many vibrant fucking colors in my faded soul |
Yeah, to add insult to injury |
Let me scan myself for some injuries to in salt |
So icy, every inch of me is insult |
I see the person in the mirror, like it’s his fault |
I’ll be honest, I’ll be raw, I’ll be real as hell |
Lately I’ve been thinking fuck it maybe I should kill myself |
But nah, if I die I can’t live my life, instead I play a beat and write |
I’ll be honest, I’ll be raw, I’ll be real as hell |
Lately I’ve been thinking fuck it maybe I should kill my— |
Nah nah, not that, not that, something that is— okay how about this? |
I’ll be honest, I’ll be raw, I’ll be real as hell |
Lately I’ve been thinking fuck it maybe I should get some help |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, therapy I’d say, yeah, that’s better |