[Verse 1:]
Yung Grim with the night shade
Scars on my wrist, but gotta find the right blade
Whiskey handle till I feel the right way
Seems like no other motherf**er wanna be simpin' when grim ain't around so I might just load another round till I'm slumped out
Laying down six feet in the ground
From the town where the kids gotta sound that make the whole world go around
But the underground ain't too proud
Just light another spliff & pa** that sh**
But keep that sh** from me before I blast yo sh**
Don't tell me to ash that sh**
Just give me yo a** to hit
Layin' in bed starin' at the ceiling feelin' like a bullet would cure this mental disorder..
Call it love I call it torture
This b**h, wanna torch her
f** around smoke a port, or go and blow my brains
Find my body in the corridor
Sneak in using the chloroform
Throw her in the trunk of the four door
Leave her stranded six miles from the border
[Verse 2:]
Get the f** up out my face
Might just hit up Mace just to blow yo brains
b**h my phone ain't a place to be going and showing your other face
b**h you driving me insane, no sleep just another kreep with a fleet of mentally deranged motherf**ers who wanna bleed, just like me (just like me)