作词 : 无 作曲 : 无 When I die, **** it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of ****, it ain't hard to ******' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict **** No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my **** licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise **** that ****, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wish she got a ******' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin' on her chest just to stop my ******' hunger I wonder: if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two Who's to blame for both of them? (Who's to blame for both of them?) I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bull**** Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull **** And squeeze until the bed's completely red I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ******' buddha head The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe Suicide's on my ******' mind, I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is ******' callin' me But nah, you wouldn't understand You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my ***** Chic, tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of *****s lyin', I'm sick of ******* hawkin' Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' -end-
[00:00.000] 作词 : 无 [00:01.000] 作曲 : 无 [00:02.06]When I die, **** it, I wanna go to hell [00:04.52]'Cause I'm a piece of ****, it ain't hard to ******' tell [00:07.57]It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies [00:10.37]Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies [00:13.25]God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict **** [00:15.80]No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my **** licked [00:18.72]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise [00:21.79]**** that ****, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice [00:24.66]All my life I been considered as the worst [00:27.46]Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse [00:30.38]Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion [00:33.26]I know my mother wish she got a ******' abortion [00:36.03]She don't even love me like she did when I was younger [00:39.20]Suckin' on her chest just to stop my ******' hunger [00:41.73]I wonder: if I died, would tears come to her eyes? [00:44.48]Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies [00:47.49]My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two [00:50.28]Who's to blame for both of them? (Who's to blame for both of them?) [00:53.05]I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bull**** [00:55.88]Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull **** [00:58.93]And squeeze until the bed's completely red [01:02.61]I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ******' buddha head [01:05.13]The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe [01:07.87]Suicide's on my ******' mind, I wanna leave [01:10.61]I swear to God I feel like death is ******' callin' me [01:13.66]But nah, you wouldn't understand [01:16.18]You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack [01:19.61]Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back [01:22.15]Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street [01:25.34]People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me [01:28.19]My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone [01:30.88]She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on [01:34.55]I reach my peak, I can't speak [01:36.56]Call my ***** Chic, tell him that my will is weak [01:39.55]I'm sick of *****s lyin', I'm sick of ******* hawkin' [01:42.64]Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' [02:06.67]-end-
