​killedmyself
Bodega Dreams
Find me lounging in the back
Thinking how to get some cash
Same time thinking bout the stress
That’s why I’m rolling up a sack
I can tell you what I know about
Fucking up a good amount
I don’t see no motivation
Pop a pill on mamas couch
Now I’m creeping out the house
Smoking in the hallway
What if I don’t make it out?
Fuck it ima die someday
Will I ever see the day
I can say I really changed
Take a pull then close my eyes
Wishing all the pain away
As a boy stood as a man
Why you do that?
Funny how you show you give a damn
Skin blue and black
Trained me feelings of killer
And thank you for that
Have you ever seen a pretty boy
Hands behind a gat?
Why do I do things that I do?
I probably shouldn’t but
I think should with you
I don’t want me for me
Became my worst enemy
Chaos is all my eyes seen
Pray I don’t wake from my sleep
I don’t want me for me
Became my worst enemy
Chaos is all my eyes seen
Pray I don’t wake from my sleep
Why do I do things that I do?
I probably shouldn’t
But think I should with you