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scum (usa) - stress lyrics

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[verse 1: scum]
i don’t wanna wake up knowing that everything is still h+lla bad and worry ’bout what’s coming next
gave it all i had
barrel to my head about to end their story in a crematory knowing that finna help me get out of bed this morning
one last text ‘fore the muzzle blast
final verse that i am recording
where the mic go? turn it on now
life’s a mess full of stress h+lla bad
in a motherf+cking back of the nuthouse all alone here except for the dead
in the morgue and i wanna comе along for the autopsy, i wanna see how they open thе corpse
what i will be expecting when they come to collecting for the sins of my past but i hope for remorse
i’m also sick in the f+cking head and needing therapy
what i wanna be is a casualty of a self+inflict
to shooting, put a bullet in my head is the death of me
and what you see will be the end of the path i’ve picked

[chorus: scum]
stress (stress)
wonder why i cannot sleep at night, wonder why do i just lie in bed with a lead and a clip and grip it tight
mess (mess)
that i’m into drowning and will drain with the m until i’m an empty plain, a discarded sh+ll with a shriveled brain
stress (stress)
got a motherf+cker wishing for living life no more
what if life is so full of self+disgust it’s a must i go
less (less)
time is on the clock that’s counting back
it’s a fact this whack situation calls for the b+lls to let go and fade to black
[verse 2: scum]
just like a bloated floating corpse on a sunny day i’m about to blow
under pressure more than ever before and i’m older so with the point of no coming back to normal
back to what? how the f+ck was that i do not recall
had to let that go like your drunken hold on a streetlight pole when you got to fall
so do i crawl oh f+ck it i’ll just pass out cold yo
if i go night+night there’s a chance i might never get back up (ugh)
but do i want to know when it’s all out of my control (oh)
but i know inside is my final fight, gotta level up
i don’t wanna deal with the feeling of falling off the ride on a bumpy road
being left behind when you have to find how to live yo life and to not explode
like a backpack strapped to a terrorist with a ticking sound
i will not retrain, i will not refrain from this deadly drug that i’m fiending for in a lot of pain

[chorus: scum]
stress (stress)
wonder why i cannot sleep at night, wonder why do i just lie in bed with a lead and a clip and grip it tight
mess (mess)
that i’m into drowning and will drain with the m until i’m an empty plain, a discarded sh+ll with a shriveled brain
stress (stress)
got a motherf+cker wishing for living life no more
what if life is so full of self+disgust it’s a must i go
less (less)
time is on the clock that’s counting back
it’s a fact this whack situation calls for the b+lls to let go and fade to black



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