(verse 1: aypelyz)
And you think i'm just an artist with a tattered face
A manic brain and sleep would be dope too
Speaking to ghosts when i bleed in my closed room
Sorry about the cuts it ain't easy to show you
I'm fucking scared you'll be leaving our home soon
It's fucked up i wanna be a better person
I've got a psych but honestly it's never working
I'm getting nervous block it with a pen and burn it and if i ain't fucking jotting i'm forever hurting
So one day maybe i could beat this shit
Until then though i'm staying where my demons live
I beat the pain with the razor and a deeper slit
Medication yeah i take a fucking heap of scripts
And my weed is lit yeah substance i mix it up
If i'm coming down well i love to just slip and cut
And i know that i'm stuck in a fucking rut
But i've got nothing to discuss when i'm dripping blood
Sitting buzzed is the way that i relax
Making all my tracks while i'm blazing up a stack
Pain is in my pad but it's fading when i rap
So fuck a little snake putting blades up in my back
So i'm breaking up a xanax and i'm fucking off the stress
I love it when i'm pissed cause the suffering is less
Who the fuck wants to be covered in the red
But i've been thinking that i'll love it when i'm dead
Stuck with what i get but i ain't giving two fucks
Leave me alone with the blade in my room
Don't stare at me cause i'm shaking i use drugs
Fuck it i just feel insane with a few cuts
Who's coming the devil's gonna get me
Let me feel my death and forever i'll be set free
I ain't calm all my energy is deadly
And now i'm done until i'm getting on the next beat