Jakob - Hurt (Freestyle) lyrics

(Humming) Sad boys Can I get a hit? Alright Yeah Right x4 Steak and sippin lean Huf socks, no weed I'm a fashion forward model And still a cig fiend But really what I mean Is that I'm sad And yes I'm solid Still a b**h but I'm glad That I still adore Another who*e Would rather be With him more I can't Seem to forget Now I start A cigarette Cleanse my body Take a rest Still my ex Is just the best Barely eating kate moss Barely breathing rick rock Still a psycho k**er Bruce wayne, kriss crossed Off the list another hit To get me through the lost Sense of sight I still amaze myself And yet I'm still lost And 5 or so days Wouldn't phase The feeling I've raised It still pays Now I'm dead inside Still you're blind I'd rather relapse Take a breath and then die Would I lie? Of course but only if The last I've spoken In your mind exists Cut the feeling in my wrist Let it drain you This nirvana Anxious I'm pissed And yet I'm still calm Dead eyes no wrongs Losing feeling in this song f** girls at hotels Man you know the phase Three ways in the tub Couple shots than hit the hay I know that I'm alone And when I'm getting Higher than The stone cold Not that danny brown Got the flow So irresistable Barely hear a sound Walking in a white gown Trippin in the hallways Blood drippin down my wrists Now I'm just tryna get away From the past Its so damn hurtful What the hell you Think I work for? You got my show for? Gotta show her My dick between her Leave her sore I barely even know her And that blaintly it is a shame Cause the p**y is so good The best in the game f** being gay I am lame Put her on a leash Just to keep her tamed Now this is the part Where I master All the flow techniques Leave weak minded Souls trapped At the bottom of my hole Dark abyss so dark You could miss This moment I admit Take a ticket First a piss Tsk Leaking through my carpet And I'm not even Hurt in not the slightest bit Blinded By the torture I inform My ears are what adores My heart is filling pours f** coors lighter than the shore Wearing all black To match my sense of living Rather take a bullet To my dome than be forgiven For the sins I must admit its A bad time for all These teens on alcohol Bleeding in the restroom Blood all on my face I'd rather quit But I resumed Save and then repeat Don't you dare remove my seat My past is not your f**in business Less I mention it in a beat f**in over bullsh** Done with slitting my wrists I'm sick of all this horse sh** I'm sick of all these who*es b**h I never stop trying To k** myself I'm sure I'll die with that wealth And I keep it all white Have you even read the help? Getting through the time When I should of got kissed But in 2009 I needed a hospice Now I'm dead like hopsin Tonic up in heaven Lonely in the dust Of what you were born in Always fight for my rights And you know this because I'm done and dead In the past malcomn x(use) I'd rather be the best cause I'd rather be about myself Then worry bout that deal Get my record of your shelf Smokin down my last pack Smoking down a ten sack Can't believe I'm with jack Making more and more tracks Mr. white And j-a-k-o-b Sour d and jay We flow better than the sea