Born to Die

I was born to die What the heck was the point of me even being born I never been anything or give anything to anyone All I did was waste drugs and all that machine And cause trouble for everyone If I continue to suffer and disappear in the end It will be better to just disappear right now Talk about demons on my death bed I'm living life and I never been dead I'm losing my mind the way my women spread I'm selling these drugs to keep my brothers fed So we can walk these streets have our own bed Chills by my feet got the edge of my leg I did some shit that I never would've did I hit my weed and land in your bitch crib (I used to always think) (Why am I alive?) I'm on mars hot box in that space ship I'm on mars hot box in that space ship I'm on mars hot box in that space ship I'm on mars hot box in that space ship I'm on mars hot box in that space ship I'm on mars hot box in that space ship (You know what?) (After all this time) (I think I know why now) Talk about demons on my death bed I'm living life and I never been dead I'm losing my mind the way my women spread I'm selling these drugs to keep Them my brothers fed So we can walk these streets have our own bed Chills by my feet got the edge of my leg I did some shit that I never would've did I hit my weed and land in your bitch crib (I might not have too much) (I'm crying out to live) ('Cause after everything) (These last few more minutes) (They are the best ever)