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letra de suicide letter 2 - trick james

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[trick james]

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m almost 21, i thought i would be famous by now

but i’m poppin pills and crying in my bas-m-nt right now (well f-ck it)

i hate myself, i hate my life, i wanna end my life and if i die today i hope my momma know it’s out of spite

kept my n-ggas close, i used to keep this b-tches closer but these b-tches broke my heart, my heart is cold just like my shoulder

all i wanted was your love, you left me standing in the rain

it’s been a year, you’re still the same

you live your live without no shame

b-tch i f-cking hate you, and i hope you know that

i’m in a drop-top bumpin grumpy ville, yeah that’s that throwback

[…] til’ i get my bro back

and if i ever […] i’d never come back

cause all these b-tches f-cking shady, everybody every baby

had to cut the lean and pills cause all it did was made me lazy

put my sidechick in the back because my glocky riding shawty

pray my ex is of by herself couldn’t see her with somebody yeah…

[verse 2]
i did 60 in the freeway just to get to your house

and you ain’t even had no bed, we had to sleep on your couch

can’t belive you’d ever told me we’d be better as friends cause i’d go to h-ll and back for you and do it again

spent 300 on some shoes so i could feel like somebody but i’m still riding by myself cause i dont f-ck with n0body

and now i’m thinking and drinking, you let me fall of the deep end and now i guess it’s all f-cking sad that me and vicitor ain’t f-cking speaking

tables turn and bridges burn, you live your life and you learn

i slit my wrist and pray to god that one day you’ll return

i know you’re sick of me crying, i know you’re sick of me trying

you know i’m smiling on the outside but my insides is dying

love is where in life it changing, nothing lasts, people change

you hate youself i hate you too, so deep inside we’re the same

but if i die, i pray to god, you’ll remember my name

i’m of the drugs, i’m speeding fast, i’m tryna stay in my lane

i can’t belive i ever try to write a suicide letter, it’s been a year, i’m still the same and i ain’t doin’ much better

but i can’t help how i’m feeling, i’m tryna deal with my feelings so all i do is get depressed and sit and stare at the ceiling

[outro]
oh my god, my life is over, what the f-ck ima do
she used to tell me that she love me and i thought it was true
you know i want to k!ll myself, i know you don’t know what to do
but i can’t even hurt myself cause i’d worry about you
that’s what i’m talking about

- trick james

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