Suicidal Thoughts lyrics

[Verse]
When I die, f*ck it, I wanna go to hell
Cause I’m a piece of sh*t, it ain’t that hard to f*ckin’ tell
Blogs say I’m the sh*t, but I can’t detect the smell
Haven’t tried to be successful, cause I’m afraid to fail
Wearing all yellow, now I'm praying to the Devil
And I dig my own ditch and I brought my own shovel
Carvings on my arms, f*ck lame on my wrists
And nobody gave a f*ck, I thought Sarah would give a hint
f*ck Commercial, my show would never be a hit
But I have dreams of being able to f*ck every b*tch
That could breathe, that got knees, with a twat, I myself
f*ck a chain, f*ck swag, f*ck a prop, period
Make my own rules, f*ck a cop
You n*ggas with these one-sighted visions, cyclops over my blocks bridging
Stitching up Sarah name like it was my cling to fame
In retrospect, O.F. is a f*cking game
We terrorizing old folks, smoke, skates, rape sl*ts that chew di*k
Run around, grab a new inhaler like I’m not sick
But I’m not b*tch, counselors tell me all my issues like I’m not it
Demented, in my own dimension
A couple “f*ck you”’s and donuts is my division
Chopping up my wrist with incisions, no second decisions
Creator of sh*t with no inventions, look
Tryna get the heavens to listen, but I can’t
Because I’m my own f*ckin’ religion
And they think I’m tryna be different
But I don’t give a sh*t like sitting down p*ssing
I’m a black panther in white skin, like a lesbian who like men
f*ck friends, I don’t even know how to begin
Well this is the beginning of new ends
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Fin