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