Four fing:

Verse:

You’re so passive with the damage
That you tell yourself you felt
And since you’re the one that’s broken
I know hope’s not getting dealt
You think you’re the one that’s sane?
Let me tell you why you ain’t:
You got psychosis, I’m not joking
Bitch your third eye ain’t wide open
Thinking stupid acting loco, you ain’t fooling fucking no one
Please don’t act like you’re the shit, you’re the one who’s sniffing it
And If you hate my words, go ahead, and talk that shit
Give a fuck, I never did. Gave up on you, had to quit
You got me smoking cigarettes, day drinking. I’m a mess
You need a bigger brain to shove the lies you crave inside it
All it is is hollow space, you need to find a better way so you can channel out your pain
This ain’t a fight like MMA. I’m Cadillac, you’re Chevrolet
There’s no need to start a war, but your memory is rotten as the eggs on my car
Does it give you satisfaction, causing havoc for no reason?
Cross the line, you’re sorry now. You’re out of try’s, say goodbye now

RiverKinn:
Bridge:

Look into your eyes, now I recognize
I've been stressing, second guessing everything I find
It never goes my way. Why do I even try?
I wish that it were easier but, now I feel like, I just want to die

Verse:

I wanna die right now, but the vibe is alive right now (x8)