Homicide
Murder
Homicidal thoughts
I won't hurt her
Even though I think the worst
It's brick and mortar
Panic, manic, post dramatic disorder
I'm getting this out of order
See I need to think again
It always feel like the end
Did god send me?
Or am I transcending?
Am I descending?
To the pits of H-E
Double hockey sticks
I'll climb up in my rocket ship
I said "I'm popping bitch"
Even satan can not stop this shit
That's why he got me bitch
Suicide
Do it
Suicidal thoughts
I won't lose it
Even though I think the worst
I think this proves it
See, my time is getting shorter, and shorter
Imagining all the horrors
Man I needed to vent
It always feel like the end
But I could make it if I wanted to take it
Ideation for life
And all the ways it gets taken (uh)
Said I could make it if I wanted to take it
They talking 'bout me again
I wish they could be dead