Suicidal Thoughts

[Verse]

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t that hard to fuckin’ tell

Blogs say I’m the shit, but I can’t detect the smell

Haven’t tried to be successful, cause I’m afraid to fail

Wearing all yellow, now I'm praying to the Devil

And I dig my own ditch and I brought my own shovel

Carvings on my arms, fuck lame on my wrists

And nobody gave a fuck, I thought Sarah would give a hint

Fuck Commercial, my show would never be a hit

But I have dreams of being able to fuck every bitch

That could breathe, that got knees, with a twat, I myself

Fuck a chain, fuck swag, fuck a prop, period

Make my own rules, fuck a cop

You niggas with these one-sighted visions, cyclops over my blocks bridging

Stitching up Sarah name like it was my cling to fame

In retrospect, O.F. is a fucking game

We terrorizing old folks, smoke, skates, rape sluts that chew dick

Run around, grab a new inhaler like I’m not sick

But I’m not bitch, counselors tell me all my issues like I’m not it

Demented, in my own dimension

A couple “Fuck you”’s and donuts is my division

Chopping up my wrist with incisions, no second decisions

Creator of shit with no inventions, look

Tryna get the heavens to listen, but I can’t

Because I’m my own fuckin’ religion

And they think I’m tryna be different

But I don’t give a shit like sitting down pissing

I’m a black panther in white skin, like a lesbian who like men

Fuck friends, I don’t even know how to begin

Well this is the beginning of new ends

[Outro]

Fin