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young korgy - drowning (my suicide note) lyrics

[verse: young korgy]
korgajuana po’ed a fo’ in sprite and now i’m drownin’
i need drugs in my life ’cause i hate the way that i live
i’ve got problems in my head, when in my bed i lie with
and i can’t ever see why i’d choose sober over highness
mary jane, i fly with, alcohol, i slide with
codeine, coca, molly and the xanny, i could die with
i know why pimp and yammy died
and even though i love the syrup, that sh+t’s still too glorified
but i understand why, put caution on standby
just sip on this baby bottle to escape reality
slip up once and overdose, and that is your fatality
love the feeling, do it often, ’til that sh+t’s donе casually
why must life be misery? tеll me the causality
i wanna be high hourly, sobriety is tragedy
f+ck my organs, let ’em rot, don’t bother with dialysis
depression and anxiety have led to this +n+lysis
this is not a counterfeit, a cry for help, i’m shoutin’ it
suicidal thoughts have almost left my family one less
sat on the floor, ruger up in my mouth, it’s not a gun threat
sometimes i wish i’d done it, kinda feel i’m undead
but then i think about my daughter and these raps not done yet
tell me, what’s my purpose? ’cause i don’t know for certain
f+ck fate, karma, and faith, i don’t need that sh+t, it is worthless
i don’t need god’s mercy, but lucifer ain’t birth me
and i don’t care what christians say, that don’t make me unworthy
or muslims, buddhists, hindus, i see through the window
and i don’t really care if you don’t like me, b+tch, i been dope
shout out to my kinfolk, burnin’ up that indo
nd servin’ any fool who dare to step up to the clique, doe
git gud, noob, your wins low
went off on a tangent, back onto the topic
talk about depression and you say that it’s nonsense
but you’ve never been through it, so you don’t know its problems
know its reign is sovereign, know why i want a coffin
my bm don’t trust me, yet she treats me like an option
i hope that don’t blossom, i’d rather be rotten
might go and grab a shotgun, paint the ceiling red and off me
without my lady and my daughter, i wanna die, man
i love my parents, brother and my homies, but goodbye, man
call me ‘weak,’ call me ‘p+ssy,’ whatever you want, man
it won’t affect me when i’m gone, just want it to be done, man
you tell me that you don’t care whether i live or i die
maybe i’ll just down this entire bottle and expire
but would you change your tune if’n you knew my conviction?
call that hotline that that f+ckin’ logic song is pitchin’
i hope not, ’cause if i’m not with you then i am trippin’
alone, i sit here and i think of ways for me to end it
i am simply fed up and i’m done with this depression
so take this as you will if you think this is just a letter
but if i really wanna go then no one will know better
breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
i don’t give a f+ck now
breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
knife, some pills, a gun now
breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
my mind is so run down

- young korgy lyrics

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