Suicide Letter 2

Bitch I'm almost 21, I thought I would be famous by now

But I'm poppin pills and crying in my basement right now (well fuck 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 niggas close, I used to keep this bitches closer

But these bitches 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

Bitch I fucking 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 bitches fucking 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

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 hell 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 fuck with nobody

And now I'm thinking and drinking

You let me fall of the deep end and now I guess

It's all fucking sad that me and vicitor ain't fucking 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

Oh my God, my life is over, what the fuck ima do

She used to tell me that she love me and I thought it was true

You know I want to kill 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