| Girl get out my mentions
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| You actin' pretentious
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| Used me for attention
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| I’m just glad we ended
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| Got a razor blade in the depths of my mind
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| Thoughs too sharp I’ve been on my grind
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| Can’t believe I let you waste my time
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| Used to hate myself, now I’m all 'bout mine
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| Too much negativity around me
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| Fake homies wanna kick it like rousey
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| Remember back then all they ever did was clown me
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| Now I got the drip and they all drowning
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| Haters like a boat 'cause they riding the wave
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| I’m just tryna leave a mark 'fore I’m dead in the grave
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| Nights spent screamin' while I’m cuttin' with the blade
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| Either that or I’m cryin' with a gun to my brain
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| Let it bang, y’all don’t understand my pain
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| Red on my walls, homie no it ain’t paint
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| I just wanna end it but I gotta refrain
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| I just wanna end it but I gotta refrain
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| Don’t wanna be a letdown, but I’ve done it enough
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| Too many ash stains and razor blade cuts
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| So I’m reachin' to my waist for that thang I keep tucked
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| This the last time that I’m holdin' the gun
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| They really think that I’m on one
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| Came on up the scene, made a wave, then my heart sunk
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| Used to playing games with me, go look out the outcome
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| Hitting up my phone now, sorry but it’s all gone
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| I don’t got the time, busy feeling pain
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| Looking a my scars, I don’t think they’ll fade away
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| Playing with my head, so I’m aiming at the brain
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| Used to be the one they loved, now I’m singing in rain
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| I’ve been sitting in my room making songs and they all bang
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| Only way to ease the mind when it’s all pain
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| Old friends hit my line but I don’t hang
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| My anxiety’s been pushing me the wrong way
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| Tired of wainting, I’ve been stuck in the mud
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| And I really hate the fact that I was never enough
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| Everyone around me thinks I’m living it up
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| But really all I wanna do is go and grip on the gun |