When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
Because I'm a real piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, just constantly introverted by my thoughts
I'm just in hopes to end what's left
Fearless from a chained set of consequence
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my relatives and even stealing out their purse
Crime after crime, I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
I wonder, if I died, would tears come to their eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
I swear to god I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze until the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless dumb fucking buddha head
The stress is building up, I can't believe
Suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave
I swear to god I feel like death is fucking calling me
But nah, you wouldn't understand
People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my friend, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of people lying, I'm sick of bitches hawking
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
Because I'm a real piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, just constantly introverted by my thoughts
I'm just in hopes to end what's left
Fearless from a chained set of consequence
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my relatives and even stealing out their purse
Crime after crime, I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
I wonder, if I died, would tears come to their eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
I swear to god I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze until the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless dumb fucking buddha head
The stress is building up, I can't believe
Suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave
I swear to god I feel like death is fucking calling me
But nah, you wouldn't understand
People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my friend, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of people lying, I'm sick of bitches hawking
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
