Lund - Weep (ALBUM 1.23.2017) lyrics

Two slit wrists With a scythe To f**ed up Had to leave this life Two slit wrists With a scythe To f**ed up Had to leave this life It's no joke To low I can't cope Smoke dope For the pain 1 Glock 1 shot Point it straight At my brain Do not resuscitate Told you don't hesitate I put a end to The voice in my head Nobody ever listen What I said I don't really f** with the rest Young kid flex Put the blade to ya neck 1 more step b**h You loose your head No one remember The sh** that you did Bury bodies Stack'em 4-wide Why they b**h busy Hit my phone line I been getting money Off my own time You should stop biting And stick with Your own rhymes Shorty you looking so think Baby come grind on this dick Let me take you back to my hotel Lay you down f** you good Till that p**y swell I made myself what I am I turned myself into the man I made this dough in my hand But still you don't understand Don't understand It takes Dedication & some discipline Talent, d** and experience But to be honest living life I'm sick of it Even if moneys still coming in Even tho people still bump my sh** f** the world d**h sound luxurious Look in my eyes If you don't think I'm serious That's why… Two slit wrists With a scythe To f**ed up Had to leave this life Two slit wrists With a scythe To f**ed up Had to leave this life Two slit wrists With a scythe To f**ed up Had to leave this life Two slit wrists With a scythe To f**ed up Had to leave this life