[Verse 1]
Depression is gripping a pistol
Resting my teeth on a pistol
Mouth fucking on a pistol
Light trigger its a lit fuse
Suspended and hidden in this room
What's wrong? imma lie soon
Inside imma die you
Would've probably never asked
Suicide or a typecast?
Live first or you're dead last
Sunset imma set back
Set fire I'm a bit wired
I've been too tired
I can't unpack
Missed call
I can call back
I can call back
I can't call back
Ask my bro if he'd pick up
N***a just sent the song back
Fucked my ex off the contact
Had a baby that was still born
He was still born he's a gone dad
No shit but I speak facts
All n***as been hit ghost
No pasta I need roast
Full meal when you're cheap, broke
Too sad I can't find hope
Might kill I need lead boats
Might swim on the airwaves
I can kiss head and it'll melt more
Ice scripture with a fit poise
Wet floor with a slick voice
Catfish I don't play coy as an old soul
I don't need joy
Oy

[Hook (x4)]
Something to nothing I'm grinding
Nothing to something I'm finding
Something is nothing in my dreams
Nothing is something in my head

[Verse 2]
No power I’m a Brooklyn
Thick girl with a sad man
Bad man With a badland
Moral mind of a trash can
Lay Dick a her throat
Ram horns I’m a goat
No bread I’m a loaf
No laughs I'm a joke
No stats to your vote
One rope for your boat
Capsize at the show
Too drunk for a spoke
I’m too high for the coke
Too high I'm a dope
Still slip on the slope
No friends I'm the coat
Suicide what I wrote
If you love let me know
If you don’t let me go
Shoot my brain to the clouds
I’ll be gone for a while
Straightforward as a child
Straightforward as a line
I been hurting for a while
Ain’t no silence in my mind
I do art for escape
I ain’t happy 'til you’re fine