SUICIDAL VACANCY

I said my mind is playing tricks on me but trust, I know the truth
I let my soul speak through my pen then I take It to the booth and suicide is heavy
On my mind I tighten up the noose I think to Myself fuck this life cuz I got
Nothing else to lose and then I breathe and I Take a step back positive thoughts

Mental stability wish I had that I'm fucked up And honestly there ain't no
Saving me my life's a curse but I know my Grandma she pray for me welcome to
Suicidal vacancy
He said
Welcome to suicidal vacancy I know my
Grandma yes she pray for me
But I'm still suicidal
Cuz there be days where I want to stick a Fucking

Gun to my head or maybe drive my car right Off the fucking ledge or maybe
Overdose when I'm laying in bed anything to Achieve being dead cuz it's gotta be
Better than this life that I'm living pretty boy Smooth talker so I'm drowning
In women I'm sinning on a daily basis asking God for his forgiveness if I keep

It a hundred know that nigga ain't listening cuz Why the fuck you gonna
Leave me on this earth to suffer just the way I Did traumatizing memories that
I'm trying to get rid since a youngin I never fit In I guess it is what it is
And they always say be you but who the fuck Am I we all gonna die eventually so

Why even try and sometimes I cry not outside But inside enclosed by four
Walls the voices in my head screaming fuck all Them broads it's driving me
Insane never the type to be in traffic be in my Own lane and now I'm just
Focused on where it's placing me Death was at The door welcome to suicidal vacancy I know My grandma

Yea she pray for me
But I'm still suicidal