Stress

[Verse 1: SCUM]
I don't wanna wake up knowing that everything is still hella bad and worry 'bout what's coming next
Gave it all I had
Barrel to my head about to end their story in a crematory knowing that finna help me get out of bed this morning
One last text 'fore the muzzle blast
Final verse that I am recording
Where the mic go? Turn it on now
Life's a mess full of stress hella bad
In a motherfucking back of the nuthouse all alone here except for the dead
In the morgue and I wanna comе along for the autopsy, I wanna see how they open thе corpse
What I will be expecting when they come to collecting for the sins of my past but I hope for remorse
I'm also sick in the fucking head and needing therapy
What I wanna be is a casualty of a self-inflict
To shooting, put a bullet in my head is the death of me
And what you see will be the end of the path I've picked

[Chorus: SCUM]
Stress (stress)
Wonder why I cannot sleep at night, wonder why do I just lie in bed with a lead and a clip and grip it tight
Mess (mess)
That I'm into drowning and will drain with the M until I'm an empty plain, a discarded shell with a shriveled brain
Stress (stress)
Got a motherfucker wishing for living life no more
What if life is so full of self-disgust it's a must I go
Less (less)
Time is on the clock that's counting back
It's a fact this whack situation calls for the balls to let go and fade to black

[Verse 2: SCUM]
Just like a bloated floating corpse on a sunny day I'm about to blow
Under pressure more than ever before and I'm older so with the point of no coming back to normal
Back to what? How the fuck was that I do not recall
Had to let that go like your drunken hold on a streetlight pole when you got to fall
So do I crawl oh fuck it I'll just pass out cold yo
If I go night-night there's a chance I might never get back up (ugh)
But do I want to know when it's all out of my control (oh)
But I know inside is my final fight, gotta level up
I don't wanna deal with the feeling of falling off the ride on a bumpy road
Being left behind when you have to find how to live yo life and to not explode
Like a backpack strapped to a terrorist with a ticking sound
I will not retrain, I will not refrain from this deadly drug that I'm fiending for in a lot of pain

[Chorus: SCUM]
Stress (stress)
Wonder why I cannot sleep at night, wonder why do I just lie in bed with a lead and a clip and grip it tight
Mess (mess)
That I'm into drowning and will drain with the M until I'm an empty plain, a discarded shell with a shriveled brain
Stress (stress)
Got a motherfucker wishing for living life no more
What if life is so full of self-disgust it's a must I go
Less (less)
Time is on the clock that's counting back
It's a fact this whack situation calls for the balls to let go and fade to black