To replace my depression with numbness I tell myself that it?s worked That I don?t feel anything anymore But deep down, I know that I?ll never Be anything
: Opening dead eyes To find that nothing has changed Nothing Dead hearts Pumping cold blood Dead minds With the same tired thoughts That never change
into me I tear at my veins I have found a solution A solution I tear at my veins I have found a solution To take shelter in As I try to drown
And I am waiting too One quick motion and they separate One final action can end my life It is done We are both waiting I am a weapon against myself
and words Isolated So useless My mind, It is a pool of blackness A place of despair and isolation That I have trapped myself in Lightless Hopeless I
: I used to be a better man. But the regret came, and here I am. I used to walk outside my door. But I don't go outside anymore When will they carry
I used to be a better man. But the regret came, and here I am. I used to walk outside my door. But I don't go outside anymore When will they carry me
gonna go down I'm beefin' with different sets I'm duckin' them white folks Playin' my hoes close They tied up like a rope I'm slangin' tryin' ta make
what I'll do ya I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter I'll, I'll use the pump, the
ya! - Dirty is what I'll do ya! I-I'll use the Sig, the pump or the German Luger! I-I'll be the shooter! - I-I'll be the shooter! I-I'll use the Colt
of perfect, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin' season
insane But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game Whatz next I'm goin' crazy Tell me tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Whatz next [A
left lane I'm playin my hands And I'm plottin on the fortune, it's gettin hot and scorchin I'm diggin like a scorpion that torture they enemies [
I?m doing here and Oh my god I worry when someone gets near me And I know that I wish that I were somewhere else I know that I wish that I were not myself
just a widow that I'm dating. Rolled up sleeves with a carton in it's fold, A rusted chain with a cross that once was gold, And I look from a distance
get down to let off rounds I'm loadin' up my 380 I can't wait 'till I see death Oh babyyyyyyyyyyyyy Nigga I'm gonna I'm gonna find you [Verse 2: Tony
slow I'm not shootin' but I can and I will though Said I cruise through ya strip ridin' real slow I'm not shootin' but I can and I will though [Chorus
me, When they pay me a visit I stand still, So they may mistake me for a trashcan or a water heater. I'm like the phantom of the high school prom cafeteria
