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letra de pain - sorrowsoul

[verse 1]
how the f-ck am i supposed to be alive?
when everyday, my mind race with thoughts of suicide
drug addiction, got me f-cking up and missing dates
“i’m so happy”, that’s what i say, but all them feelings fake
i’m dependent on the weed to make me feel okay
momma p-ssed, said i’m throwing my whole life away
i gotta do good in school, go to college and get that knowledge
so i don’t end up a druggie, or f-cking alcoholic
but my dream is to blow up and sell out shows
have the crowd screaming out every word that i wrote
i ain’t tryna be famous, that’s how you end up dead
labels taking all your money, with a gun to yo hеad
trapped in a box, they won’t let you еscape
they use your body for money and fame
that’s how it goes, no one really cares
i gotta smoke to pretend my depression ain’t there
i know i gotta get help
before i k!ll-a myself
but to be honest, these days i’d rather die
a f-cking disappointment
missing therapy appointments
cause i don’t want no help, just take me away to that special place
where i have a purpose and i don’t feel so worthless
lucy gave my soul a couple curses
all alone, in my room, feeling deserted
godd-mn, is this life sh-t really worth it?
[chorus]
the pain in my heart, stay true to my soul
i’m tryna die by twenty four
the pain in my heart, stay true to my soul
so-so-so what’s the point of growing old?
the pain in my heart, stay true to my soul
lately i just wanna take all these drugs and overdose
the pain in my heart, stay true to my soul
let me f-cking die bro

[verse 2]
trapped in this mental state of mind
all the time
keeps me up, late at night, writing rhymes and getting high
when i smoke on this blunt, it opens up my third eye
got my pen-game like i’m ye in his prime
i’m tryna make it and quit my minimum wage job
then drop an album and pray to god that it don’t flop
ain’t signing deals unless they dreamville or roc-a-fella
just like that mo’f-cka jermaine cole, i’m too clever
sixteen, got so much pain in my life
put down the drugs and find a way to cope
or die by the knife
cause i can’t take it, i really cannot take it no more
dreaming of lucy arriving taking away my soul
[outro]
the pain in my heart, stay true to my soul
i’m tryna die by twenty four
the pain in my heart, stay true to my soul
so what’s the point of growing old?

- sorrowsoul

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