praying to the sky (Original) lyrics

[Chorus]
U know it's f*cked when the pain feel nice
Cheap liquor on ice, nice
I'm tryna get u out my head tonight
I'm tryna get u out my f*ckin life
Fight then we f*ck
Then she suck me off twice
Then I left that b*tch alone like it was right
Wrong
In yo thong smokin strong outta bong what the f*ck snd I'm tryna make this song hey hey
Young white prick, I get a kick out hitting licks
Watch how I kick out yo b*tch, just so I could cut my wrist
I got tattoos out my shirt so I can't work I make it flip
Pour my 40 in the dirt then light my Dutch and take a sip
I hear voices in my head they tellin me to call it quits
I found some Xanax in my bed I took that sh*t went back to sleep
They gon miss me whеn I'm dead I lay my head and rest in piеce
I be praying to the sky, I ont even know why, ay

[Verse 1]
Getting on top now
I ont wana stop now
Give ya girl lock jaw
Put her on lock down
pus*y boy pop off
Gon pull ya Glock out
Blow my fuxkin top off
Let a couple shots out
[Verse 2]
Hit em wit a Mack truck
Bitxh I make yo ass duck
I ont give a f*ck if yo gat tuck strapped up
Put my mask up while I'm hangin out the Acura
Blood stains on the black chucks
Cobain in the black chucks
3 6 wit the wrist watch
Yo remix sound like kids bop
You could never make the kids bop
Girl yo pus*y like a rain drop , fuxkin make the pain stop
Ride round on the back blocks
Lookin like I'm selling crack rock
Red paint wit the black top
Lil peep make yo ass drop