Waking up and things I know just to see what's wrong
Don't belong to the place called home, so I don't wanna live no more
All I see is wrong, wasn't me for the diss, damn brokers
I don't wanna live no more, disowned by the full-clip
Been so hopelessly, focused
Wrote out my death note
Holding the moment's closely
Cold when the trigger is chrome
I can never give a motherfuck about all your lame shit
With ya lame wrists, everybody want to be so different
But they never gonna get it cause they're dreaming bout some side shit
Smoking cigarettes to compress all these never ending thoughts
You pay more for the war inside your corpses (ugh)
Hope it never gets to depressing my brain from heavy thoughts
You pay more for the war, you pay more for war
I forever watch em playing with a same thing
Never you do nothing but a frustrate
I'll make a whole world drop
I see what's pop
So I ain't fucking with your gods of a lame (bitch)