Chest Songtext
Yung and dead
I'm so fucking sick of feeling depressed
I just want some love and wanna say it with my chest
Still slit my arms, bitch, my life is not the best
Sick of this shit, lemme make myself a mess
Just please, let me say it with my chest, this fucking feeling feels like prison
The shits been fucking up my mission, couple knives right on my desk
Had to cut myself to rest, had to cut myself ’cause I want to
I'm so fucking sick of feeling depressed
I just want some love and wanna say it with my chest
Still slit my arms, bitch, my life is not the best
Sick of this shit, lemme make myself a mess
Just please, let me say it with my chest, this fucking feeling feels like prison
The shits been fucking up my mission, couple knives right on my desk
Had to cut myself to rest, had to cut myself ’cause I want to
I've really fucked myself up, I've let these fucking demons come thru
Every friend used to likе me, now they’re fakе like some cosplays
Social anxiety in my life, stayed alone like everyday
Death right in my fucking mind
Guess there's no love that I can find
Eyes are bleeding, might go blind
Can't fuck with these niggas, but lemme be kind
Posting pics with my fits, covered my wrists that has scars on it
Lemme bleed down to the floor, these demons made me fucking flip
Made me slip out my knife from existence
Stay the fuck away from me, keep your distance
I don't want no more of your business
Why my life is so constituent?
Put him in a headlock like a motherfucking choker
This is my job and this dick that will blow her
Got me a bad habit, show love to Joker
Say that I fucked your bitch, nigga, I don't know her
Fuck it, this life is out of control
Control, control, control
Argh, I'm on the fucking roll Argh!
I'm so fucking sick of feeling depressed
I just want some love and wanna say it with my chest
Still slit my arms, bitch, my life is not the best
Sick of this shit, lemme make myself a mess
I'm so fucking sick of feeling depressed
I just want some love and wanna say it with my chest
Still slit my arms, bitch, my life is not the best
Sick of this shit, lemme make myself a mess
Every friend used to likе me, now they’re fakе like some cosplays
Social anxiety in my life, stayed alone like everyday
Death right in my fucking mind
Guess there's no love that I can find
Eyes are bleeding, might go blind
Can't fuck with these niggas, but lemme be kind
Posting pics with my fits, covered my wrists that has scars on it
Lemme bleed down to the floor, these demons made me fucking flip
Made me slip out my knife from existence
Stay the fuck away from me, keep your distance
I don't want no more of your business
Why my life is so constituent?
Put him in a headlock like a motherfucking choker
This is my job and this dick that will blow her
Got me a bad habit, show love to Joker
Say that I fucked your bitch, nigga, I don't know her
Fuck it, this life is out of control
Control, control, control
Argh, I'm on the fucking roll Argh!
I'm so fucking sick of feeling depressed
I just want some love and wanna say it with my chest
Still slit my arms, bitch, my life is not the best
Sick of this shit, lemme make myself a mess
I'm so fucking sick of feeling depressed
I just want some love and wanna say it with my chest
Still slit my arms, bitch, my life is not the best
Sick of this shit, lemme make myself a mess
