RED LIGHT (feat. Big Melancholy & 4Scythe)

Red lights Tucked in knife Sixteen lines with cyanide Feel her hands run down my spine I feel like shit I'm sick inside Break her back Yeah bend her spine I hate myself I spilled my wine Every night I black out and wake up panicked for my life Red lights Tucked in knife Sixteen lines with cyanide Feel her hands run down my spine I feel like shit I'm sick inside Break her back Yeah bend her spine I hate myself I spilled my wine Every night I black out and wake up panicked for my life What's that That's the sound of a slit wrist Wake up in the morning Wanna end my existence Sick shit Tryna do right I've been slipping Everybody in my life been Acting so distant I just wanna overdose On prescriptions She just wanna spread her legs Stick my dick in Tripping Playing with my cash Like a kingpin Linking Once I hit the bitch Then I'm dipping Light up his spot he talking bullshit Olay Then I beat up his block and then imma dip okay Cry like a bitch and then imma hit yo bae Put my dick in her lips and then she gone drive me crae Imma renegade I'll punch you in the face Stepping to a god Watch what you say Imma catch a case if he saying my name in vein Red light on the Glock Watch it penetrate Times dwindling Feelin like I might just miss again I don't get another fuckin chance again Spending every second rotting away Might just decay Trapped in my room Wit too much to say Fadin away Scythe left a mark Grows day by day Criticize myself Like Who's to say Who's to say What's right today Wrong tomorrow Feelin like I might just End my sorrows Hollow point Makes a hollow point I'll be gone tomorrow Think that's the point I don't know if I'll ever be myself I don't know what it take to beat this hell I just know that I won't stop till the end Grindin for this shit I'm sick in the head Red lights Tucked in knife Sixteen lines with cyanide Feel her hands run down my spine I feel like shit I'm sick inside Break her back Yeah bend her spine I hate myself I spilled my wine Every night I black out and wake up panicked for my life Red lights Tucked in knife Sixteen lines with cyanide Feel her hands run down my spine I feel like shit I'm sick inside Break her back Yeah bend her spine I hate myself I spilled my wine Every night I black out and wake up panicked for my life