[Intro: Chief Keef & oh gasm!]
"I wanna cry a lot, you know
They want me to just laugh
This just how, like
They want me to laugh, you know
They want me to keep going, smiling"
Oh gasm!
Yo, its lowkey dead

[Verse 1: youngmindtrip]
Way too high to be driving
Duckin from the sirens
Crashing in the ditch, wh-what you hear?
Fu-fuckin silence (fuckin silence)
Overwhelmed and exhausted
I've been on and off it
I broke my brain with toxins
Never hear a sound when I'm on the mothafuckin creep
Walk up out the shadows, bust the tone, and hear the angels weep
Rippin out his vocal cords to make sure he can’t talk at all
Put a bullet in his kneecaps and tell him to walk it off
Ye-Yеah I got a goth bitch and she turn me to a slut, aye
On my fuckin knees, I ain’t praying bitch it’s Monday
Lick that bitch right up and down likе I’m rollin up a blunt, aye
Yeah she look me in the eyes and yelling out, "fuck me"
Ion fuck with 12, bitch I’m pissin on the blue line
Send em all to hell, I don’t cry when the pigs die
Ion fuck with 12, bitch I’m pissin on the blue line
Send em all to hell, I don’t cry when the pigs die
[Verse 2: Scriptz]