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Better Off Dead

 

Better Off Dead


Another letter to myself
Yeah it's saying I'm worthless
I know I'm rich
But I'd be lying if I said I ain't hurting
See me laughing on the stage
But I'm a mess behind curtains
She sick of all my baggage
Cuz my baggage ain't berkin
She only twenty three
She say she love me
But it's only been a couple weeks
I swear my life is a mess
I'm poppin pills to numb the pain
And taking shots for the stress
The people say I look alive
But they look better off

Uh
Cuz they look better off dead
She think she looking good
But she look better off wet
Two guns
I call em Quavo Offset
Once these bullets take off
You and your migo's all dead
All swept with a broom
I keep brooms in my furnace
I'm creepin at night
Call me Lurch cuz I'm lurkin
I'm rich but depressed
All these checks I keep earning
Ain't nothing to me
Spend your rent on a tee
I'm like
Baby can you help a brotha out real quick
Dip your finger in the bag
And let a brotha get a sniff
Till my brain feels numb
Feeling nothing but the drip
Heard that pussy taste like water
Can a brotha get a sip
I lick her pussy like a motha fuckin cake pop
Hollow bullets got you dancing
Like its K-Pop
I'm smoking on that real loud
But I don't say a lot
No I ain't hoppin on your verse
Unless you pay a lot

Another letter to myself
Yeah it's saying I'm worthless
I know I'm rich
But I'd be lying if I said I ain't hurting
See me laughing on the stage
But I'm a mess behind curtains
She sick of all my baggage
Cuz my baggage ain't berkin
She only twenty three
She say she love me
But it's only been a couple weeks
I swear my life is a mess
I'm poppin pills to numb the pain
And taking shots for the stress
The people say I look alive
But they look better off

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