Weep - Lund

When tomorrow starts without me

And I’m not there to see

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry

The way you did today

While thinking of the many things

We didn’t get to say

Two slit wrists with a scythe

Too fucked up, had to leave this life

Two slit wrists with a scythe

Too fucked up, had to leave this life

It’s no joke, too low

I can’t cope, smoke dope for the pain

One glock, one shot, point it straight at my brain

Do not resuscitate, told you don’t hesitate

I put a end to the voice in my head

Nobody ever listen what I said

What I said (Nobody ever listen what I said)

I don’t really fuck with the rest

Young kid flex put the blade to ya neck

One more step, bitch, you lose your head

No one remember the shit that you did

Bury bodies, stack 'em 4-wide

Why they bitch busy, hit my phone line

I been getting money off my own time

You should stop biting

And stick with your own rhymes

Shorty you looking so thick

Baby come grind on this dick

Let me take you back to my hotel

Lay you down, fuck you good

Till that pussy swell

I made myself what I am

I turned myself into the man

I made this dough in my hand

But still you don’t understand

Don’t understand

It takes dedication and some discipline

Talent, drugs and experience

But to be honest, living life, I’m sick of it

Even if the money’s still coming in

Even though people still bump my shit

Fuck the world

Death sounding luxurious

Look in my eyes

If you don’t think I’m serious

That’s why…

Two slit wrists with a scythe

Too fucked up, had to leave this life

Two slit wrists with a scythe

Too fucked up, had to leave this life

Two slit wrists with a scythe

Too fucked up, had to leave this life

Two slit wrists with a scythe

Too fucked up, had to leave this life