[Chorus: yesterday]
I think I wanna kill myself
I never gave this life a chance
The dust is covering the shelf
Like money cover rubber bands
I really think I hate myself
You're on some shit if you think you understand
I just need to get some rest
With your head on my chest

I think I wanna kill myself
I never gave this life a chance
The dust is covering the shelf
Like money cover rubber bands
I really think I hate myself
You're on some shit if you think you understand
I just need to get some rest
With your head on my chest

[Verse 1: yesterday]
Baby I know that I love you
Make some time, you can come through
Look in my eyes like you know what I'm thinkin' about
I know that I miss you
Lemme come kiss you
Look in my eyes like you know what I'm thinkin' about
[Verse 2: BIG GRIM]
Wake up, with a new state of mind
Push the bad ones back, can’t waste no time
I'ma take what’s mine, I'ma prove you wrong
Can’t help hearing your name when I’m writing this song
I wanna do more with the days that I waste
Long white lines thinkin' 'bout the way that you taste
Got a pretty ass face
And a real thin waist
But the love that we had remains a closed case
Don’t know if I want it back
So high think I’m gonna have a heart attack
But honestly, fuck what you thinkin'
I know you can’t afford the liquor we drinking
I’m sinking inside this pit
This some real life poems by a misfit
I hope you hear this, I know it don’t matter
I’ll rip my heart out and serve it on a platter
My brian scatter
When you come up
So I push it right down and drown in my cup
Stuck up and ignorant
It’s the drugs that make me come off as belligerent
I hope you see past it, the mind so massive
I got a soft heart, I can kinda be passive
You wanna try it, you can’t buy it
I always got a noose around my neck, you tied it
[Bridge: BIG GRIM]
You tied it, yo
You tied it
You tied it
I always got a noose around my neck, you tied it
Yo, you tied it
You tied it
I always got a noose around my neck, you tied it

[Chorus: yesterday]
I think I wanna kill myself
I never gave this life a chance
The dust is covering the shelf
Like money cover rubber bands
I really think I hate myself
You're on some shit if you think you understand
I just need to get some rest
With your head on my chest