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
