I've Finally Run Out of Options

Bitch, I fucked up (damn), Draco with the cooling kit If I got this gun up in my hand, I swear I'm shooting it I wish I could feel okay at heart, at heart I'm losing it I walk in, start shooting shit, bitch, I walk in, start I ran out of options, nothing going on inside my head I have no conscience, existential dread, not scared of death Think of it often, everything looks okay on the surface But I'm rotten, ho, my brain is melting I reach out for help, but I don't think nothing could help it Then I do the things I do and they all say I'm selfish If I walk inside this bitch, I swear to God, I'll air the whole place out So much blood on my face now Oh, my God, bitch, I feel so bad, wait, I think I don't Hold up, ho, where my feelings go? Hold up, I'on know Bitch, I'm gone, bitch, I feel insane, hold up, no, I don't Feel like God, feel like I'm Satan, I start lo- Woke up, I passed out on the ground I can't tell if you're talking to me, where do I hear this sound? There's a ring and I hear it, I hear it all the way around Drowned myself in the river where I know I will not be found I never wanna be found, ah I ran out of options, nothing going on inside my head I have no conscience, existential dread, not scared of death Think of it often, everything looks okay on the surface But I'm rotten, ho, my brain is melting I reach out for help, but I don't think nothing could help it Then I do the things I do and they all say I'm selfish If I walk inside this bitch, I swear to God, I'll air the whole place out So much blood on my face now I ran out of options, nothing going on inside my head I have no conscience, existential dread, not scared of death Think of it often, everything looks okay on the surface But I'm rotting, ho, my brain is melting