(Stop) x6
Sleepwell:
See me I'ma depressed motherf**er
Pull up to your doorstep
So I can blow my brains out
On the f**ing floor
Vincent Van Gogh don't got sh** on me hoe
All I want to do is die hoe
Watch my a** drop though
Glock on the floor got a Witch as my side hoe
She don't wanna die tho
I got some weed but I need some more
Got a g? How much for?
Now I'm ducking low
Getting ready to die hoe
Gotta watch on my wrists
With a razor under to keep my wrists slit
Pill bottle bottles emptying
Into my f**ing belly I'm
A suicidal tendency
Not in need of a remedy
Hoping to die merrily
Depressed till I rip
(Stop)
(Stop)
Drop top bodies drop
When will it f**ing stop
These voices that's in my head
Nobody gives a f** what they just said
So now I hope to lay dead
In the shed, in my bed
I am now a dead friend
Make me up a mural so we can start the funeral
I'm laying and feeding my decomposing body
I'm a dead boy
Dead Dead boy in the scene
Suicide dream team
Pill bottles emptied
I am now redeemed
I am now part of the crime scene
There's so many around me
I got a tab on my tongue
With a blunt in your mouth
I watch the smoke as it twists and dissapears
Where's d**h he was supposed to meet us here
Here comes a pale horsemen
Now we know d**h is near