Letra de Weep

Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too fucked up
Had to leave this life

Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too fucked up
Had to leave this life

It's no joke
To low
I can’t cope
Smoke dope
For the pain
1 Glock 1 shot
Point it straight
At my brain
Do not resuscitate
Told you don't hesitate
I put a end to
The voice in my head
Nobody ever listen
What I said
(What I said)
(Nobody ever listen what I said)

I don’t really fuck with the rest
Young kid flex
Put the blade to ya neck
1 more step bitch
You loose your head
No one remember
The shit that you did

Bury bodies
Stack'em 4-wide
Why they bitch busy
Hit my phone line
I been getting money
Off my own time
You should stop biting
And stick with
Your own rhymes

Shorty you looking so thick
Baby, come grind on this dick
Let me take you back to my hotel
Lay you down fuck you good
Till that pussy swell

I made myself what I am
I turned myself into the man
I made this dough in my hand
But still you don’t understand
Don't understand

It takes
Dedication & some discipline
Talent, drugs and experience
But to be honest living life I’m sick of it
Even if moneys still coming in
Even tho people still bump my shit
Fuck the world
Death sound luxurious
Look in my eyes
If you don’t think I’m serious
That's why…

Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too fucked up
Had to leave this life

Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too fucked up
Had to leave this life

Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too fucked up
Had to leave this life

Two slit wrists
With a scythe
Too fucked up
Had to leave this life