the wørst day øf my life was the day yøu tried tø kill yøurself

(альбом: machiavelli nøvella - 2018)

I want to kill myself today
Beretta pointed at my face my love

I want to kill myself today
Beretta pointed at my face
Scared that death will never come
Tell my friends what I've become
Homie please put that away
Fuck I miss you everyday
Question God again
Because I'm lonely

Now swaying in the street
Tripping off a tab
Who am I supposed to be?
Now that you're gone (now that you're gone)
Now that you're gone

To call from hands on above
To lean on
Would it be good enough
For me? no
To call from hands on above
To lean on
Would it be good enough
For me? no

Sobbing on the ground
They had to scrape me from the pavement
God damn cozy why the fuck
You gotta feel shit
Backwoods weed smoke
Can't calm the nerves in him
Pop a xan
Take me a couple levels lower than
Subzero, no hero
Calling up the hotline
Stay alive
One night
Maybe I'll be better by
Tomorrow
Morning
Wake me if I'm still breathing
Even if I'm bleeding out the skin
Like a fucking heathen
God damn God damn
Never say his name in vain
Specially when the vein exposed
He don't wanna see the pain

Fuck that shit you know I'm piercing through the memories
Throw it into words
'Cause that's the shit you'll never see