Existential Crisis

Fuck this shit, blades cut my wrist

Got the devil screaming at me, hot line crisis

Blunt falling out my lips, two thirties and a zip

Keep the plague inside my head

Because they never gave a shit

These fucking pussy mother fuckers talking out they fucking necks

I put two bullets in your skull and then put thirty in your chest

These demons telling me to kill myself but I just want to live

Without another mother fucker tryna play me for a bitch

I tell my therapist I'm fucking up my mental state

With all the drugs but I think maybe I will be okay

A little crazy never hurt if your okay with pain

I put my head into the water and I suffocate

And I suffocate

These mother fuckers playing with demise

Call the reaper cause I'm pulling out the scythe

I'm the Boogeyman and I'm coming for your life

The one that I built cause you couldn't pay the price

A little crazy never hurt if your okay with pain

I put my head into the water and I suffocate