I don’t wanna die too young
i just want ride to the
skies lets get high
feel alright cause tonight might be the last one
crack one call up a bad one caught up on them sad songs
didn’t last long with the last girl she a grab on
i don’t need a good girl i just need girl who likes my rap songs
cocky youngin
with his hair slicked back and tucked in
and i hang with all the misfits
cause they don’t care bout nothing
I’m just bumping for my out casts
what you know about that
i don’t care what y’all do
ill crush you like a mouse trap
my people know sadness
because the evil is massive
theres only darkness for me
because i advocate madness
good thing i turned and starting rapping
good thing i heard and made it happen
good thing i worked and felt the hurt got pushed in the dirt it made me magic
I’ve got a blank face clean slate no thoughts imma gonna fade there complete silence through the place the only sounds the static people thinking I’m an addict you don’t know the demons thats in my attic so stick to yours I’m good with words and its absurd cause i never learned
razor blade intervene self murdering spree murder in the third degree and I’m so tired of these lost dreams I’m so sick of all these lost dreams