lyrics
Ten
R.I.P Christopher Wallace
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell,
cause I'ma piece of shit, dwelling in my lonely shell.
It don't make sense trying to find my holy grail.
I'd rather smoke an L, bone a skank and grab her poney-tail.
God'll probably have me stop my foul behaviour.
No more lounging, wasted, faded in a cloud of vapor.
Hanging with the crowd of angels, purging in a perfect world.
Fuck that shit, I wanna slurp gin and flirt with girls.
All my life I've been considered as the worst,
I'd feel my dick in church, fingers under sisters' skirts.
I live but in reverse, cursed... I'm an anomily.
Mum probably wished she'd practiced sodomy or swallowed me.
She don't even love me like she did when I was small.
She should have used the pillow way before I learnt to crawl.
Someone tell my loved ones I ain't even worth the brawl.
I took my money out the bank and fucking burnt it all.
I wonder if I die will anybody cry.
I don't wanna know, I wanna go that's bottom line.
The stress is building up I can't... Shit, I can't believe
suicide' s on my fucking mind. I cannot breathe.
I swear to God it feels like Death is trying to squeeze my throat.
My demons keep on choking me, shit I don't need a rope.
I need some coke, I need a load of weed I can smoke,
needles with dope, til I'm deseased from a seizure or stroke.
See, when they burn me, line my ashes up and snort 'em.
Don't act like you care, cause my ass is unimportant.
And... I'm sick of brothers lying, I'm sick of bitches squawking,
Matter fact, psssh... I'm sick of talking.
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released November 25, 2016
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