Filthy Frank - IHATESIMPING feat. Advancers, KRISISDEAD lyrics

[Verse 1: Advancers] Man, my life changed when my momma pa**ed away But the hole was filled with deep depression, man I struggled everyday Drugs up in my system Couldn't think of quitting anyway Just being honest.. I took ecstasy and dove headfirst in the mosh pit And from then on I didn't know what to do with my life Maybe go for the b**hes and maybe go for the thrive But then I had to think about what I'm gonna do with my guys Y'know? My homies, my friends, the type of sh** that would save me And I'm trying to tell you baby girl you're my baby Man, she got me all up in my feelings highkey I don't know what to do but.. Man, this girl she cool like the Autumn breeze but hot like the Summer trees Always got me on my knees saying "baby, please" I'm pleading I'm pleading on the way Maybe get a ring for that sh** Maybe.. Look, I'm messing up on my verse [Skit: Advancers & KRISISDEAD] Alright, where I f**ed up I'll just tell you where to stop Goddammit [Verse 2: KRISISDEAD] It all unfolded when I was just born Young and dumb but emotions still untorn Several years pa**ed and I was a little child of Mary The light in me faded but I don't dare to let it carry Never had that feeling of being alone Expectations bright and a reason to come home The world of mine crumbled in a series of 4 years The little happy spirit of mine crushed into splitting tears Had about 2 by my side but they didn't help me much Especially when one f**ed me over for not sharing my lunch f** Holy Mary, I hate her name, I left her in anger Not one ounce of regret left over I'm the one inside the manger I guess that came back to bite me in the a** My dad left in a fight and my favorite grandpa pa**ed But life goes on, I didn't care to cut my wrist I'll succeed no matter what, dedication young Kris! As always, f** suicide and f** sadness That sh** always makes me feel so pissed Where's your struggle besides handling a f** boy twitter? No love in my timeline I'm sick of seeing it, makes me jitter And cringe and it makes me wanna strangle a b**h Ghetto love is sick, where's the genuineness? Where's the dedication instead of complacent subtweeting about your basic b**h? Get a real love and not some weekend hookup for some tits (gasp)