CTA Beats - Suicidal Thoughts II lyrics
[CTA Beats - Suicidal Thoughts II lyrics]
When I die, fuck it I want to go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit
It ain't hard to fucking to tell
What don't make sense: going to
Heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white? I like black
Timbs' and black hoodies
Ya'll probably have me on
Some real strict shit no sleeping all day
No gettin' my dick licked
Hanging with the goodie-goodies
Lounging in paradise fuck that shit
I wanna toke guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother
Even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she
Got a fucking abortion
She don't even love me like she
Did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to
Stop my fucking hunger i wonder if I died
Would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect
Forgive me for my lies
My baby brothers eight months
My little sisters two
Who's to blame for both of them?
I swear that all I wanna do just
Slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the magnum to my head
Threaten to pull shit and squeeze
Until the beds completely red
I'm glad I'm dead
I work this fucking Buddahead
The stress is building up, I can't-
I can't believe suicides on my fucking mind
I wanna leave, i swear to God I feel like
Death is fucking calling me
And nah, you wouldn't understand
You see, it's kinda like the
Crack did the pookie, and New Jack
Except when I cross over
There ain't no coming back
Shit, I die on the train track like Waymo and
People at the funeral
Frontin' like they miss me
My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone
She know me and her sister
Had somethin' goin' on
I reached my peak, I can't speak
Call one in the cheek
Tell 'em that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying
I'm sick of bitches hawking
Matter fact, I'm sick of talking
'Cause I'm a piece of shit
It ain't hard to fucking to tell
What don't make sense: going to
Heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white? I like black
Timbs' and black hoodies
Ya'll probably have me on
Some real strict shit no sleeping all day
No gettin' my dick licked
Hanging with the goodie-goodies
Lounging in paradise fuck that shit
I wanna toke guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother
Even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she
Got a fucking abortion
She don't even love me like she
Did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to
Stop my fucking hunger i wonder if I died
Would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect
Forgive me for my lies
My baby brothers eight months
My little sisters two
Who's to blame for both of them?
I swear that all I wanna do just
Slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the magnum to my head
Threaten to pull shit and squeeze
Until the beds completely red
I'm glad I'm dead
I work this fucking Buddahead
The stress is building up, I can't-
I can't believe suicides on my fucking mind
I wanna leave, i swear to God I feel like
Death is fucking calling me
And nah, you wouldn't understand
You see, it's kinda like the
Crack did the pookie, and New Jack
Except when I cross over
There ain't no coming back
Shit, I die on the train track like Waymo and
People at the funeral
Frontin' like they miss me
My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone
She know me and her sister
Had somethin' goin' on
I reached my peak, I can't speak
Call one in the cheek
Tell 'em that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying
I'm sick of bitches hawking
Matter fact, I'm sick of talking