[Intro – whispered, eerie fx] I don’t wanna fucking feel. I don’t wanna fucking think. Just wanna rot... real slow. [Verse 1 – Ruby-style: cold, dope-sick, suicidal] Pop three bars, now I’m floatin' in the void Fuck your love, bitch, I been destroyed Need a line, need a rope, need a gun Need God to shut the fuck up and run Woke up with a blade and a cracked-ass smile Heart iced out like I ain’t felt in a while Sippin' on death with a twist of codeine Throw my soul in a ditch, watch it rot so clean [Bridge – fading, distorted vocal sample] I ain't scared to die, I’m scared I’ll live In this fucked-up hell with nothin’ to give [Verse 2 – $lick-style: aggressive, venomous, blackout mode] I don’t need shit but a bag and a lighter Fuck a friend, fuck a fan, fuck a ghostwriter All these fake-ass snakes try to act like kin 'Til I burn the whole room just to feel again Yeah, I’m that piece of shit your mom warned about Kickin' in doors with a grin full of doubt I ain’t tryna preach, I just wanna be numb Put a bullet in my brain, let the silence come [Hook – yelled, glitched reverb, violent tone] Put me in the dirt with a blunt and a Glock Say my name loud while I rot in the rot To those I loved, I’m sorry I snapped I was born for the blade, not built to last [Verse 3 – stripped down, emotional but hard as fuck] Sick of this life, sick of this face Sick of pretending I ain't a disgrace Sick of your God, your fake-ass hope I’d rather slit my wrists than learn to cope I fuck up everything I touch Blood on the floor, and I like it too much I got angels high and demons low One's screamin’ "stay," the other's screamin’ "go" [Hook – repeat, layered yelling and whispering] Put me in the dirt with a blunt and a Glock Say my name loud while I rot in the rot To those I loved, I’m sorry I snapped I was born for the blade, not built to last [Outro – raw voice memo, tape hiss] "Don’t call me tomorrow. Don’t fucking cry. You knew what this was. You knew I was fucked."
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