Suicide Letter 2 lyrics

[Trick James]

[Verse 1]
b*tch I'm almost 21, I thought I would be famous by now

But I'm poppin pills and crying in my basement right now (well f*ck it)

I hate myself, I hate my life, I wanna end my life and if I die today I hope my momma know it's out of spite

Kept my n*ggas close, I used to keep this b*tches closer but these b*tches broke my heart, my heart is cold just like my shoulder

All I wanted was your love, you left me standing in the rain

It's been a year, you're still the same

You live your live without no shame

b*tch I f*cking hate you, and I hope you know that

I'm in a drop-top bumpin grumpy ville, yeah that's that throwback

[...] Til' I get my bro back

And if I ever [...] I'd never come back

Cause all these b*tches f*cking shady, everybody every baby