[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)