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$crim - outro [suicidal thoughts] lyrics

[intro]
rip big
what up $crim?

[verse 1]
when i die, f-ck it i wanna go to h-ll
cause i’m a f-ckin’ junkie, it ain’t hard to f-ckin’ tell
it don’t make sense going to heaven with the goody goody
dressed in white, i like black tees and black d-ckies
god’ll prolly have me on some real strict sh-t
no snortin’ all day, no smokin’ that trippy stick
sober with the goody goodies lounging in paradise
f-ck that sh-t, i wanna smoke weed and snort ice
all my life i’ve been concidered as a junkie
crazy f-cking mother, just another psycho hokey
drug after drug, from pills down to snortin’
maybe my mother should’ve had a f-cking abortion
wish i could be the way i was when i was younger
gettin’ high to maintain just so i don’t suffer
i wonder if i die will tears come to your eyes?
forgive me for my addictions, forgive me for my lies
been with my girl for 6 years, broken up for two
who’s to blame for that sh-t? (naah homie not you)
i swear to god i wanna just slit my wrist and end this bullsh-t
throw the glock to my head, threaten to pull it
and squeeze until the walls completely red
they glad i’m dead, another f-ckin’ drug head
anxiety is building up, i can’t believe suicide is on my f-ckin’ mind
and i’m a fiend, i swear to god i feel like death is f-cking calling me
but y’all wouldn’t understand (homie talk to me, please man!)
you see, it’s kinda like the dope did cobain and nirvana
just wanna end it all, no more no drama
should i die on my bed, throw ’em back and od?
people at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me
my old lady kiss me but she glad i’m gone
she knew my addiction was just that strong
i reach my peak, i can’t speak
call my homie shane tell him that my will is weak
i’m sickin’ of always crying, i’m sick of f-cking jones
and matter fact i’m sick of talking
-bang-

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