Chetta - No More Amore lyrics

Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer hahahahahaha
Damn I hate myself got nothing left
Damn I hate myself got nothing left
Damn I hate myself got nothing left
Damn I hate myself got nothing left
Damn I hate myself got nothing left
Damn I hate myself got nothing left

Damn i hate myself got nothing left
All these drugs to pass the time
Its time for me to dwell
Said you’d always care
Its getting hard for me to tell
Said you’d meet me there but you wrong
Cause im here ive been here
When i die bury me alone
And burn all my soul
Put these ashes on a shelf
Inside an empty broken home ive been gone
Ive been gone feel alive feel alone
Im so sick im so tired
Tired of feeling alone

Im sick and tired of these games
They keep playing with me
Im sick and tired of this pain
That you can't even see been off a pill
And some drank need an eighth just to think
Im finna fade finna fade
Put these feelings to sleep
Thought you were closer to me

Closing in on six feet
Feel the heat from the streets
Im tryna exit on peace
A peace of mind atleast
I don't mind the least
Come and take the finer things
Ima find a way its okay

Im sick and tired of these games
They keep playing with me
Im sick and tired of this pain
That you can't even see been off a pill
And some drank need an eighth just to think
Im finna fade finna fade
Put these feelings to sleep
Thought you were closer to me