[Verse 1: Delaures]
Breathing the smoke I ain't smoking again I feel dead inside from the chain that chokes my neck
Feel like i won't be living again, that feeling inside when you're done with the rest put a gun to your head
Tryna escape all the pain but hoping for an easier way, you cry all night til you can't take it anymore the pills
In your hand and fall to the floor

All of my friends tell me I'm dead, they don't understand that there's clouds in my head
From the scars on my wrist that I have bled
No hope for my sanity but I'm hoping they bury me still
Whos gonna be thеre when I got no one еlse, who's gonna save me inside this hell
They say if you don't honor your craft then you won't ever excel, yeah
Alone on my tombstone awaiting my death but it feels like forever just laying in bed
I'm praying for life but what does that mean? I might as well start praying for an end
I feel so depressed from the stress in my chest, tryna be great but I'm nothing not the best
I'll wait for you until you find me again, but my mind has these thoughts and I'll be dying again

[Verse 2: SadBoyProlific]
At 15 I stayed in my room all depressed takin pills that were pressed now I’m overly stressed
I’m bleeding can’t feel my heart beating doc said he might have to rip open chest
If I die don’t you cry just know it’s for the best
Tell my son that I love em and I tried my best
I know suicide ain’t designed for the rest
And they’ll probably think that I’m weak when I’m dead
But there’s enough life in the lines that I’ve left
And the people inside of this life that I’ve met
To be someone who they couldn’t ever forget
Just know I’m finding rest when I’m finally dead
My girl wouldn’t feel like she should be if I was the one who was dead
Without me always making her stressed
If my brain continues to function I hope that our memories fill up my head
At least it would be like I ain’t even left
In the graveyard, there’s blood to the right and the left
Ain’t felt alright in my mind or my head
My whole life alright fine let’s just cut to the end
In my dreams, I’ve seen death almost 5miñlion times so if we talkin honestly what’s one more death
Cigarettes mixed with cess while I grab on her breast
4 thousands nights we’ve stayed dead in this bed