Pouya, GHOSTEMANE - Cyanide lyrics
Pouya [Kevin Pouya] Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pouya, GHOSTEMANE - Cyanide lyrics]
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess cyanide on my breath
On my breath, on my breath
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath
Throw your set up, I know you fed up
Release the lead from the nine, Columbine
Don't get up i got a vendetta
I got depressed and I never got better
You ain't on my level
Don't be pushing me, pressing me
I got a Big Mac and it's next to me
And I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy
On top of the bread like a sesame
They want the recipe for success
And now they after me 'cause
I got a masterpiece
Used to, used to laugh at me
And now they gassin' me, dappin' me
Up in front of my family
Make 'em say ugh, no Master P
I think I'm next up in the 27 Club
I've been too fucked up, serotonin 'bout done
Every night been ending with me
Biting on my gun i know you say you love me
But you make me wanna jump off of the ledge
I'm eleven stories up and thinking about how
My mother would feel if I jumped
But now it's not enough for me to stop
How I feel about ending it all, i'ma jump
(Jump) jump (Jump)
Ready to die but Wavy saved me
I guess I'll see another day
Not splattering all over pavement
(Let me in)
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess cyanide on my breath
On my breath, on my breath
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess cyanide on my breath
On my breath, on my breath
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath
Throw your set up, I know you fed up
Release the lead from the nine, Columbine
Don't get up i got a vendetta
I got depressed and I never got better
You ain't on my level
Don't be pushing me, pressing me
I got a Big Mac and it's next to me
And I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy
On top of the bread like a sesame
They want the recipe for success
And now they after me 'cause
I got a masterpiece
Used to, used to laugh at me
And now they gassin' me, dappin' me
Up in front of my family
Make 'em say ugh, no Master P
I think I'm next up in the 27 Club
I've been too fucked up, serotonin 'bout done
Every night been ending with me
Biting on my gun i know you say you love me
But you make me wanna jump off of the ledge
I'm eleven stories up and thinking about how
My mother would feel if I jumped
But now it's not enough for me to stop
How I feel about ending it all, i'ma jump
(Jump) jump (Jump)
Ready to die but Wavy saved me
I guess I'll see another day
Not splattering all over pavement
(Let me in)
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess cyanide on my breath
On my breath, on my breath
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath