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letra de killing myself - grant rice

[verse 1: kutt calhoun]
25 bottles [?] on the wall
32 double stacked pills for the calls
2 every hour, 1 5th every half
i’m consumed with consumption, [?] combustion
now picture me bucking [?] picture my palms sweating
picture me grinding my t–th, [?]
strikes a nerve, despite the nerves
i like the herb, steady [?] the words
most of my homies gone, some of my family dead
my closest friend is in the prison, and he doing fed
it’s hard to coap with all this animosity
arousing, just have to earthquake out in cali, [?] 30,000
is this the end?
’cause if it is
you better party hard, party it up like you never did
so give me finish, lord, let me in this [?]
so i can [?] with jemi hendrix

[chorus ?]
[?]
i’m just k!lling myself
the drugs i do, this life i live
i’m just k!lling myself
take me away from this pain i feel
[?] my problems go
make my dreams my reality
[?] all my problems [?]
k!lling myself
[verse 2 ?]
[?] my guts as mr. lucifer watches me while he chuckles
been up for seven days, i got headakes and [?] muscles
synthetic levitation, [?]
a skitzofrenic making p-rno magazine collages
[?] white and powdered base
[?] kinda works, but [?] gives it a sour taste
[?] better [?] slowly
you take my drugs away, watch panic become unholy

[verse 3 ?]
once my cousin sean died, i saw life different
all this work isn’t worth it, ’cause it turns in an instant
the hurt inflicted, so i’m popping my perscriptions
some vodca just to rid it, wish i can quit it
but i can’t
man, sh-t, all these problems nagging
got [?] so unhappy, baby mama’s always at me
i’m a [?] i’m a useless piece of cr-p
all i care about is music and abusing [?]

[chorus ?]
[?]
i’m just k!lling myself
the drugs i do, this life i live
i’m just k!lling myself
take me away from this pain i feel
[?] my problems go
make my dreams my reality
[?] all my problems [?]
k!lling myself
[verse 4 ?]
[?] like to leave
[?] nytro [?] popping p’s
newports to keep [?] trees
only blaze when i’m blitsed, and [?] to eat
it’s on the nightly, man, [?] demans try to fight me
it seems they winning, ’cause i’m [?] and [?]
they entice me
yes, i love it
i’m like f-ck it, you only live once
now feel the blunts
pass me the rum and coke, we got whatever you want
mr. [?], you need to slow down
the doc said to me
left the hospital to my crib, drink a bear and i popped some ecstocy
life in the fast lane, driving like james dean
trifling crash scene, nightmares and bad dreams

- grant rice

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