Suicidal (feat. Sadboytmac & Draco the Golden Kid)

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Shit, shit, shit, I feel like a fuckin loser
Feeling like a fucking loser, feeling suicidal but it’s nothing to ya
It’s hard to really love my life when it’s all bad
Makes it even harder when you go and do that
I gave you my all but you said f*ck that
I can’t look back, if I keep thinking like this it’s gonna end bad
Groom inside of me, and won’t let me get back to the old me
If I can’t go back, what’s the fucking point
It’s time to let my brains blast
Sorry to my loved ones but the sad thing is you knew this
Glock fest
Bullets
Cock this
End this
Suicidal, all up in my head
I really like you but I’m married to my bed
Billy why they bite you tryna get a lil bread
Weights up on my feet like they don’t want me ahead
Suicidal , all up in my head
I can never feel free unless some weed up on my desk
Why you still tellin me I done heard what you said
Suicidal, all up in my head
Tell me the truth why they really come around
Takin from you they wanna see the way you frown
Can’t stand to lose cus they never been down
Make you look bad when you tryna go around
Yeah we breakin the bad we gone find a way out
Yeah we stick to the bag cus that’s the best damn route
Pop a few tags then imma go and by a house
Put my moms on my back then imma take her out the drought
Chillin right by the beach and my shorty rollin loud
Yeah I been had the dreams I’m just tryna pull em closer
Told em put me on a beat let em know that this is closure
You gone see me different places you gone see me on a poster
Couple more years imma have to say I told ya
But all I got to say right now how I really feel is
Suicidal, all up in my head
I really like you but I’m married to my bed
Billy why they bite you tryna get a lil bread
Weights up on my feet like they don’t want me ahead
Suicidal , all up in my head
I can never feel free unless some weed up on my desk
Why you still tellin me I done heard what you said
Suicidal, all up in my head
I can get all of the money but that don’t numb the pain
I keep it stashed in the back, behind my brain
Addicted to my name like pure cocaine
I been chillin with cuzzo while we pop champagne
You say you gonna ride with me
Ya silent
She say she gonna die with me
She’s trifling
She gonna tell you anything
Just so you believe in her
But she gonna switch up on you quicker then you leave her
Yeah
She’s a diva
Mamacita
She got you walkin in a maze like sativa
Aye Christina
Aye Alesha
Go cop a jacket make me look just like a cheetah
So tell me where ya cash at
The bag yeah
I be talkin bout the cash yeah not the cash app yeah
Tell me where ya cash at
Suicidal thoughts got me going back to back yeah yeah
Suicidal, all up in my head
I really like you but I’m married to my bed
Billy why they bite you tryna get a lil bread
Weights up on my feet like they don’t want me ahead
Suicidal , all up in my head
I can never feel free unless some weed up on my desk
Why you still tellin me I done heard what you said
Suicidal, all up in my head

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