Ghostemane - Cyanide lyrics

People also search for Main Results Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, f*ck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath, on my breath Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, f*ck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath Know your setup, I know you fed up Release the lead from the nine, Columbine Don't get up, I got a vendetta I got depressed and I never got better You get on my level, don't be pushing me, pressing me I got a Big Mac and it's next to me I got a fat b*tch on that ecstasy On top on the bread like it's sesame They want the recipe for success And now they after me 'Cause I got the masterpiece Used to, used to laugh at me And now they gassin' me, dappin' me Up in front of my family because they aren't no masterpiece I think I'm next up in the 27 club I've been too fu*ked up, serotonin 'bout done Every night been ending with me biting on my gun I know you say you love me but you make me wanna jump Off of the ledge I'm eleven stories up and Thinking about how my momma would feel if I jumped But now it's not enough for me to stop how I feel About ending it all, I'ma jump (Jump!), jump (Jump!) Ready to die but Wavy saved me I guess I'll see another day not splattering all over pavement (Lay me in) Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, f*ck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath, on my breath Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, f*ck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath