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dying inside

 

dying inside


Yeah

You ain't take no bitch when I passed her off for you
Oh you a pit lil bitch I'm a mastiff dawg
I don't slit my wrists I'm past it all
I learned to take that pain and then laugh it off
Type to sit on a drill not even on ten
Talking all big not even on shit
Don't even own whips
Don't even know cribs
Bunch of grown men acting like little kids
Between me and them what the difference is
The difference is that I been on my shit
Now my life is just dreams from seven through ten
I never thought I'd drop 4k on rims
I never thought I'd drop fifteen on fits
Never thought I'd drop one hundred on whips
And never thought I'd drop five hundred on cribs
These days my life is crazy as it gets
But I still can't find it in me just to flex
They got this idea that money take stress
And somehow is magically making it less
Like suicide don't affect the one percent
Like you can still wanna die inside a benz
Like you get the money and start finding friends
And instead of riding, you designing trends
But don't understand that's so far from the end

If a bitch wanna leave bro let her go
It ain't worth all the time that you stress alone
Ain't worth taking your life to end up a ghost
When life do the most I know how it goes
Two days ago you was feeling yourself
Now you alone thinking bout killing yourself
You could call anybody but know it won't help
Ain't that no one's there, no one's willing to help
When the thoughts getting loud, you gon' end them yourself
But when you're a guy and you cry, it ain't mental health
They tell you, you'll end up in prison or jail
That or you'll die and you'll end in hell
You just wanted help, tryna end it yourself
So pills tend to fill, and then line up the shelf
You're dying inside and declining in health
But most days it feels like no one helps

done

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