Bullet

[Intro: Gangsta Pat]

I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip

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So close your eyes as I—

So close your—

[Verse 1: nothing,nowhere.]

Reaper creepin' slow, give me that motherfuckin' soul, mane

Tryna stop me now, I'm dead already, I feel no pain

No need for guns, got a new scythe in the back trunk

Gotta get right when you act up

Got a new blade, keep it up tucked, yeah

If you want the smoke, you better come with more than hollow tips

You can find me in the cemetery, bring a crucifix

Any weapon formed against myself would never prosper

I'm a beast on any track in any style in any genre

[Verse 2: nothing,nowhere. & Gangsta Pat]

I got a bullet with yo—

Oh my fuckin' God, shut the fuck up

Tough luck, life sucks and now buck up

Tell 'em touché, reaper be reaching, it's too late

Send a bouquet and I'm done

I hope they got a TV in the afterlife so I can watch the Earth explode

And replay it like every night

I'm off of the meds and I'm already dead and I can't find a reason to try (Why?)

I'm tired of faking it, tired of wakin' up, there ain't a trace of a god

So I'm feelin' something sinister inside again

You sending shots and missing every single one so try again

[Refrain: Gangsta Pat]

I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip

So close your eyes as I—

So close your—

[Verse 3: ​iamjakehill & Gangsta Pat]

Walkin' right through the grey, okay, it's just another day, bitch

Take it all in and just pretend, there's no such thing as anguish

Damn that's so edgy, prepare for death, I stay ready

My sins, they weigh on me heavy, but let's just act like I'm all good

Hey, what are you doing? Nothing

Where are you going? Nowhere, I swear

I'm just flippin' through my chapters, I just stop and I stare

Hold up, give me some room to unwind

Help me escape the confines

Ain't life so crazy sometimes?

Wait my bad, I'm—

(I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip)

Sorry I got existential, what rhymes with that?

Oh yeah, these instrumentals keep my mind intact (Yeah, yeah)

I flash a grin, but, oh no, I can't hide the fact

That everything ends in dust, so what? I can't rewind it back

Yeah, I'll take another hit, let me go talk my shit

Only been a minute, lemme run up in it, make you sick

Everything's fucked and it can't be fixed

Left with no love, get what you give

I guess that's how it is, such a pessimist

I'm just carried by the wind, this is how it ends