I Feel Like Dying

[Intro] B-B-Boxcutters [Verse I: Karm the Tool] B-B-Bad bitch She want me, she on me Ugh-uh-uh-uh She rubbin' on my c- (That’s a Tommy) U-U-U-Ugh, Uh-Ugh I fuck her ‘till she walkin’ like a zombie All silk sheets, walking down in Ferragamo (Ugh, Ugh, Ugh-h-h-h-h) Bad bitch She want me, she on me Ugh She rubbin’ on my cock like (That’s a Tommy) Ugh I fuck her ‘till she walkin’ like a zombie All silk sheets, walking down in Ferragamo [Chorus: Karm the Tool] I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying I-I-I-I (I feel like, I feel like dying) I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying [Verse II: Karm the Tool & Yung Skayda] I paint my boots with blood of gods My niggas are killas I’ll slit your throat ‘cause you are not My gang go guerilla You lackin', boy put up your guard My bullet you catching Don’t test me boy, I do a lot I scream “Fuck it!” I still get high at the function Make sure drive the deduction Why you gon’ riot for nothin’? I break my skull On the pavement when I take my toll Don’t let the reaper ever take my soul If it gets taken, I will let you know Whe-whe-whe-whe-when I get rid of it Bitch, you talkin’ shit? I’ll punch your lip ‘cause I get sick of it And I’m on your block So now you toast just like it's cinnamon I been hella angry You can tell how I’ve been living it Copped a fire Rollie Now I feel like I’m the president Shawty put a cigarette out on my legs Two twin Glocks turn a thug into a bitch [Chorus: Karm the Tool] I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying I-I-I-I (I feel like, I feel like dying) I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying [Verse III: Death Tour] Do you feel like dying? I feel like dying when I’m high as shit I'm a glitch in the system Manic corona viruses Damn, I'm getting turnt One for the turnt Put him in a hearse Now I walk with a verse (Yeah) Rude divas (Ayy) Rude divas Crew of divas (Yeah) We the true divas Two divas Moving two seaters (Ah!) Damn, mamacita said I look good in cheetah I'ma be the Jesus of swag, believe it-t-t-t-t-t Black press-ons (Uh) Black dress on (Yeah) You could die from obsession Who you tryna' flex on? (Woah) They said they don't want my body but she on my body Your bitch with somebody and it's me, I am burning Bad for the swag (Ooh) Dead in my bag Death Tour Dead presidents out the a-a-a-a-a-ass Killing myself and this swag too costly Bitch, I'm just cocky You gon' have to off me [Chorus: Karm the Tool] I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying I-I-I-I (I feel like, I feel like dying) I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying I feel like, I feel like dying