Bullet (feat. iamjakehill)

I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
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So close your eyes as I—
So close your—

Reaper creepin' slow, give me that motherfuckin' soul, mane
Tryna stop me now, I'm dead already, I feel no pain
No need for guns, got a new scythe in the back trunk
Gotta get right when you act up
Got a new blade, keep it up tucked, yeah
If you want the smoke, you better come with more than hollow tips
You can find me in the cemetery, bring a crucifix
Any weapon formed against myself would never prosper
I'm a beast on any track in any style in any genre

I got a bullet with yo—
Oh my fuckin' God, shut the fuck up
Tough luck, life sucks and now buck up
Tell 'em touché, reaper be reaching, it's too late
Send a bouquet and I'm done
I hope they got a TV in the afterlife so I can watch the Earth explode
And replay it like every night
I'm off of the meds and I'm already dead and I can't find a reason to try (why?)
I'm tired of faking it, tired of wakin' up, there ain't a trace of a God
So I'm feelin' something sinister inside again
You sending shots and missing every single one so try again

I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
So close your eyes as I—
So close your—

Walkin' right through the grey, okay, it's just another day, bitch
Take it all in and just pretend, there's no such thing as anguish
Damn that's so edgy, prepare for death, I stay ready
My sins, they weigh on me heavy, but let's just act like I'm all good
Hey, what are you doing? Nothing
Where are you going? Nowhere, I swear
I'm just flippin' through my chapters, I just stop and I stare
Hold up, give me some room to unwind
Help me escape the confines
Ain't life so crazy sometimes?
Wait my bad, I'm—
(I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip)
Sorry I got existential, what rhymes with that?
Oh, yeah, these instrumentals keep my mind intact (yeah, yeah)
I flash a grin, but, oh no, I can't hide the fact
That everything ends in dust, so what? I can't rewind it back
Yeah, I'll take another hit, let me go talk my shit
Only been a minute, lemme run up in it, make you sick
Everything's fucked and it can't be fixed
Left with no love, get what you give
I guess that's how it is, such a pessimist
I'm just carried by the wind, this is how it ends