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I'm ready to die, got no peace of mind, problems come and multiply
Only thing I'm shaking is my head, I'm 'bout to suicide
How could I be so dumb? I'm working my ass off to the demise of mine
I feel like a ghost, so fuck it, I'd rather just go, don't act like it's asinine
So foolish of me, it's just what I think
But I can't, better yet, I always feel incomplete
It's hell above me when I'm in the ground
Who gives a fuck the day I'm not around?
Back when I was young, I never did right
No father figures in sight, no wonder why I'm so fucked up
I can't commit to a damn thing, so how could I blow?
And I don't own a Beretta, but if I did, you would know
I'd put that shit to my dome and paint inside of my home
Everyone would be asking why he did it, but I don't know
That's just how heavy it gets, I know someone can relate
But I'm not the motherfucker that you'd ever replace
So foolish of me, it's just what I think
But I can't, better yet, I always feel incomplete
It's hell above me when I'm in the ground
Who gives a fuck the day I'm not around?
Fuck 'em up, bitch
So foolish of me, it's just what I think
But I can't, better yet, I always feel incomplete
It's hell above me when I'm in the ground
In the ground
Who gives a fuck the day I'm not around?
Not around