$UICIDEBOY$
Am/Pm
Duration: 02:05
File type: mp3
File size: 4.77 МБ
Bitrate: 320
Lyrics of "$UICIDEBOY$ — Am/Pm"
Windows down with a frown, ash on my jeans
Been up eatin' beans
These scenes keep on flashin'
Inside of my head but I'd rather be dead
Got no bread, outta meds
I can't find no tranquility
Put me outta my misery
Insomnia drivin' me mental
So I put on a front like golds on my dental
My life's accidental
At the drop of a pencil
I might flash out and shoot every
Motherfucker while I'm drivin' a rental
Oh no, don't tempt me
I ain't slept in six weeks
Haven't ate since Wednesday
Goddamn, I'm empty I fall asleep
But I don't want to rise out of bed
Escape to my dreams, I hope some of them wet
The sun shinin' bright as I open my eyes
And then close up the blinds
And wish that I was dead
Some people wanna call me a pussy
Some people wanna call me a bitch
Some people wanna tell me that
It ain't that bad "Lift up that chin"
I wonder what they'd say after
I slice my wrists
Two slit's, I'm gone in the endless abyss
One way street, and I need a fucking lift
If sleep is the cousin of death
I guess me and $lick countin' sheep 'til we
Outta breath, I mean, shit!
Pour-Pourin' my emotions in a styrofoam cup
Gulping it down 'till I don't give a fuck
