(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