$crim - Outro lyrics

[Intro] RIP BIG What up $crim? [Verse 1] When I die, f** it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a f**in' junkie, it ain't hard to f**in' tell It don't make sense going to heaven with the goody goody Dressed in white, I like black tees and black Dickies God'll prolly have me on some real strict sh** No snortin' all day, no smokin' that trippy stick Sober with the goody goodies lounging in paradise f** that sh**, I wanna smoke weed and snort ice All my life I've been concidered as a junkie Crazy f**ing mother, just another psycho hokey Drug after drug, from pills down to snortin' Maybe my mother should've had a f**ing abortion Wish I could be the way I was when I was younger Gettin' high to maintain just so I don't suffer I wonder if I die will tears come to your eyes? Forgive me for my addictions, forgive me for my lies Been with my girl for 6 years, broken up for two Who's to blame for that sh**? (Naah homie not you) I swear to god I wanna just slit my wrist and end this bullsh** Throw the Glock to my head, threaten to pull it And squeeze until the walls completely red They glad I'm dead, another f**in' drug head Anxiety is building up, I can't believe suicide is on my f**in' mind And I'm a fiend, I swear to god I feel like d**h is f**ing calling me But y'all wouldn't understand (homie talk to me, please man!) You see, it's kinda like the dope did Cobain and Nirvana Just wanna end it all, no more no drama Should I die on my bed, throw 'em back and OD? People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me My old lady kiss me but she glad I'm gone She knew my addiction was just that strong I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my homie Shane tell him that my will is weak I'm sickin' of always crying, I'm sick of f**ing Jones And matter fact I'm sick of talking *BANG*