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I'll be dead by Jack Porcelain
- And I know one day I'll be dead
- All these negative thoughts in my head
- Gave you my love, but you done threw it out the window
- I can barely sleep in my own bed
- And now my pillows, they are so wet
- From my tears that I always seem to shed
- And I really don't know where I'll go next
- 'Cause I be picking up girls for sex
- But I want somethin' real, not to just sext
- And I'm scared to send you a text
- So I don't know what's wrong with my head
- So Ima go and go get the bread, yeah
- And I know somedays you'd rather be dead
- I'm so messed up, yeah, I'm a wreck
- My exes tell me I'm a mess, but you're my ex
- I just chase the checks
- Shatter me like porcelain, baby
- I get side effects, side effects
- Bullets through my neck, I just wan' have sex
- In my head, I feel like I'm dead, feelin' like I'm dead
- And I'm so complex, got some girls on deck
- And this shit got me wanting to die, we intersect
- Got me fucked up, I might just break my neck
- Slit my throat open, yea, ay, got 'em hexxed
- 'Cause all I really want is a speck of love
- Don't want oral sex I just wan' be loved
- She just want paychecks, she wants it so much
- And I feel like Famous Dex, I'm so fucked up
- Yeah, do this shit like Star Trek, I feel your touch
- She said, "You got me vexxed, can you shut up?"
- Yeah, got me so perplexed, like what the fuck?
- She looks at me and dissects me for her lunch
- I guess she just collects hoes
- Got me fucked up, rather be dead, though
- And I know these men want you to fuck 'em
- You said, "I could never love 'em"
- Bitch, I'm fucked up, I can't trust 'em, no woah
- Got the dough, T Rex, bitches say amen
- I got the Rolex, yea, got the good ass specs
- And we can have cybersex, do not play with me
- Walk in with a turtleneck
- She just wanna play with me
- She a ten out of ten like CNN, like CNN, like CNN
- And your shit flimsy as fuck, I got the tech
- And I know they label my shit as a defect
- I don't give a fuck no more, I am the best
- They cannot defeat me, I eat hoes, finesse
- Yea, ok, baby, she a predator, she a predator
- Got me high, that's a regular, that's so regular
- I'm dead to her, so damn dead to her
- Fuck your competitors, 5G, cellular, c c cellular
- Bitch, I'm hot like temperature, using metaphors
- I fucked up, put the cash in the register
- Fries in the bag real quick, send the messenger
- I pull up onto the plane with air freshener
- I spray bitches out the way, she asked me to edit her
- I am not no editor, this bitch want a pedicure
- I gave you what I had, lil bitch, I'm done with her
- I cannot fuck with her, no, fuck with her
- I know that these hoes gon' pray that I'm dead soon
- And I know they just wanna chin check you
- Feel like I'm Nicki Minaj, you said, "I meant to
- Fu fu fuck you in the car, but I fucked up, the words you said to
- Me, got me fucked up, Ima go to bed soon"
- I text you "goodnight" you left me on read, too
- I just fuckin' read books 'cause nothing feels good
- Fucked up, I know you see me when you look in your reflection
- Hauntin' you like a ghost, with your confessions
- You confessed your love to me but switched up
- You changed up on me when you found out I didn't have the big bucks
- So fuck off with that "I'm sorry" bullshit
- And I might put bullets through my head, cock it, pull it
- She just wanna be in my bed, she pushin', she pushin'
- I don't buy your lies at all, we in the moshpit
- We gon' moshpit, we gon' rage shit, I'm just bein' honest
- Like Ski I make your head fly like a comet
- Stabbin' bitches with guns, hoe, leave 'em astonished
- Got a fuck hoe tryna off it, tryna end it, tryna end it, yeah
- We can end it together if that's what you want
- Suicide pacts 'cause we're some cunts
- Baby she a beast, she don't give no fucks
- I smoke the weed it keep me alive, hoe
- I don't wanna die slow
- And I know I might die, though
- I get so high, bro
- I get so high, bro
- And I feel like somedays I might go psycho
- Lose my shit, become psychotic
- Don't know where my mind goes
- Where will I go?
- These bitches they lie, though
- No, that ain't no typo
- I really have no type, though
- I can't even type, bro
- I can't even type, bro
- So I have to go type slow
- And you know that I know that you know that I know
- And I know one day I'll be dead
- All these negative thoughts in my head
- Gave you my love, but I'm seein' red
- I can barely sleep or eat at this point I'm dead
- And now you're gone and I laugh instead
- From my heart to you, that boy, he a fed
- And I really don't know what to do or what's next
- 'Cause I be fucking girls just to feel some shit that ain't dread
- But I want it to be a dream and not real and all in my head
- And now we're both messed up, infrared
- So I don't know what's wrong with me or my friends
- So Ima go but I've reached a dead end
- So I'm just lost here again and again
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