Weep (ALBUM 1.23.2017) lyrics
by ℒund
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too f*cked up
Had to leave this life
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too f*cked up
Had to leave this life
It's no joke
To low
I can’t cope
Smoke dope
For the pain
1 Glock 1 shot
Point it straight
At my brain
Do not resuscitate
Told you don't hesitate
I put a end to
The voice in my head
Nobody ever listen
What I said
(What I said)
(Nobody ever listen what I said)
I don’t really f*ck with the rest
Young kid flex
Put the blade to ya neck
1 more step b*tch
You loose your head
No one remember
The sh*t that you did
Bury bodies
Stack'em 4-wide
Why they b*tch busy
Hit my phone line
I been getting money
Off my own time
You should stop biting
And stick with
Your own rhymes
Shorty you looking so thick
Baby, come grind on this di*k
Let me take you back to my hotel
Lay you down f*ck you good
Till that pus*y swell
I made myself what I am
I turned myself into the man
I made this dough in my hand
But still you don’t understand
Don't understand
It takes
Dedication & some discipline
Talent, drugs and experience
But to be honest living life I’m sick of it
Even if moneys still coming in
Even tho people still bump my sh*t
f*ck the world
Death sound luxurious
Look in my eyes
If you don’t think I’m serious
That's why…
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too f*cked up
Had to leave this life
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too f*cked up
Had to leave this life
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too f*cked up
Had to leave this life
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too f*cked up
Had to leave this life