Suicidal Failure (OG Version)

Remember how good things used to be

(Well, now I see)

(And I care)

Remember how good things that we needed to be

(To the naked eye, to belong in my room )

It used to be, just so good

(Things go on inside my head)

It used to just be me and this girl

Yeah, right, right

(Seeing straight)

(Fuck this, pull out my naked eye)

(Wrap it in my plastic stunt, it's about to slip)

Sittin' in my room with a razor blade

Thinkin' all my days are played

As much as my signal needs to fade away

Shoot myself in the arm and start bleeding

Don't wanna go yet

Stick a straw in my wound and taste my heart beating

Fuckin' bitch left me and I ain't even peaked yet

Fuck all that noise

And playboy, this leak's wet

Smoke a bundle to the face

Lace my brain and neurons

Carving all my downfalls into my fuckin' forearm

Cage, snap out of this

It's just a girl, it's just the world

It's just a life, it's just a rusty ramble knife

Wedged between my ribs, scratching my heart up tonight

I'm gonna pull this shit off in front of all my friends

When swimming under the Brooklyn bridge tryna catch the bends

Didn't swim deep enough

My head had bloated ten percent

Floated to the surface, the paramedics like

"What's this stench?"

"Alright, everybody to back up, he's still alive"

I'm a suicidal failure

Look, my life's a failure

I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error

Do what I can to catch a quick death

But I'm meant to be here and that's a fuckin' hell I live with

I'm a suicidal failure

Look, my life's a failure

I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error

Do what I can to catch a quick death

But I'm meant to be here and that's a fuckin' hell I live with

Took the phone off the hook

Ate multi colored pills

Watch the downward Absolute

Started writing out my will

Give my dawg bootlegs past due in DC

To my girl who left me when she said "Pick me up PCP!"

Since I love to smoke, I thought it was a joke

Tried to hang myself and I fell free from the rope

Broke both my arms, my neck smashed, my femur

Got up somehow and limped in front of a Beemer

Cracked my ribcage

Look what you did, Cage!

You're dying!

But I'm not dead yet, I'm still trying

Cut my wrist and walked past some Crips, bleeding red

In hopes that I get shot in the fuckin' head

I'm a suicidal failure

Look, my life's a failure

I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error

Do what I can to catch a quick death

But I'm meant to be here and that's a fuckin' hell I live with

I'm a suicidal failure

Look, my life's a failure

I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error

Do what I can to catch a quick death

But I'm meant to be here and that's a fuckin' hell I live with

I drank a bottle of Jack

Sniffed three bottles of Kitty

In the middle of the freeway, walking to the city

So much PCP, I changed my name to Watermouth

Pumpin', I stays, walked into a Jewish slaughterhouse

Threw myself on the hook

(Now, that's the chorus)

Got split from my neck to my dick

(Now, that's what poor is)

Hollow man, look at all my dangling parts

Dropping to the gutter with a piece of you in my heart

Little piece of shit that I couldn't fling from my chest

Shoulda stayed a lot long enough to kill the faggot with

But right now, my skin is getting stripped off

Each one of my limbs is ripped off

Covered in thick sauce

My head hits the conveyor, I'm not sick in the prayer, it's sick

I'm watching a movie alone's alone, and you sucking some guy's dick

Six seconds left, when I die, I'm gonna find them

On some poltergeist shit while my face goes through the grinder

I'm a suicidal failure

Look, my life's a failure

I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error

Do what I can to catch a quick death

But I'm meant to be here and that's a fuckin' hell I live with

I'm a suicidal failure

Look, my life's a failure

I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error

Do what I can to catch a quick death

But I'm meant to be here and that's a fuckin' hell I live with