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letra de i’ll kill myself in the morning - you're dreaming

i’m sick of feeling this in my head
i know that i’d be better off dead
alone without you it ain’t the best
no no

don’t wanna talk to anyone, excuse me
i just get a feeling that they all be tryna use me
talking sh-t online but then they dm like a groupie
asking for a feature‚ i’d rather you f-cking shoot me

i feel like i’m on my own
shadowrealm‚ yeah i’m in my zone
tryna get my mind to grow
i’m suicidal and cold

i just wanna be the only one you pay attention
cannot stand these f-ckboys giving you all the affection
we ain’t really talking but i wanna break the tension
cause every single day i’m out here and i’m f-cking begging
for you‚ for you
to feel the way that i do
the way that i love you
without you, there’s nothing to lose
for you, for you
to feel the way that i do
the way that i love you
without you‚ there’s nothing to lose

don’t wanna talk to anyone, excuse me
i just get a feeling that they all be tryna use me
talking sh-t online but then they dm like a groupie
asking for a feature, i’d rather you f-cking shoot me
don’t wanna talk to anyone‚ excuse me
i just get a feeling that they all be tryna use me
talking sh-t online but then they dm like a groupie
asking for a feature, i’d rather you f-cking shoot me

i’d rather you f-cking shoot me
yeah yeah

i don’t care no more what you think of me
it just got me bored, f-ck your secrecy
i just feel depressed, i can’t even breathe
all this sh-t is stress, i just need my weed
i don’t care no more what you think of me
it just got me bored, f-ck your secrecy
i just feel depressed, i can’t even breathe
yeah yeah
no i don’t care no more what you think of me
it just got me bored, f-ck your secrecy
i just feel depressed, i can’t even breathe
all this sh-t is stress, i just need my weed

i geat real sad, i get real low
i get real high, i get real slow
i hate my head so cut my throat
i pray for death when i’m alone
i geat real sad, i get real low
i get real high, i get real slow
i hate my head so cut my throat
i pray for death when i’m alone

don’t wanna talk to anyone excuse me
i just get a feeling that they all be tryna use me
talking sh-t online but then they dm like a groupie
asking for a feature, i’d rather you f-cking shoot me
i feel like i’m on my own
shadowrealm, yeah i’m in my zone
tryna get my mind to grow
i’m suicidal and cold

- youre dreaming

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