Suicide Letter 2

Trick James

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    Bitch I'm almost 21, I thought I would be famous by now
    But I'm poppin pills and crying in my basement right now (well fuck it)
    I hate myself, I hate my life, I wanna end my life
    And if I die today I hope my momma know it's out of spite
    Kept my niggas close, I used to keep this bitches closer
    But these bitches broke my heart
    My heart is cold just like my shoulder

    All I wanted was your love, you left me standing in the rain
    It's been a year, you're still the same
    You live your live without no shame
    Bitch I fucking hate you, and I hope you know that
    I'm in a drop-top bumpin grumpy ville, yeah that's that throwback
    Til' I get my bro back

    And if I ever I'd never come back
    Cause all these bitches fucking shady, everybody every baby
    Had to cut the lean and pills cause all it did was made me lazy
    Put my sidechick in the back because my glocky riding shawty
    Pray my ex is of by herself couldn't see her with somebody yeah

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    I did 60 in the freeway just to get to your house
    And you ain't even had no bed, we had to sleep on your couch
    Can't belive you'd ever told me we'd be better as friends
    'Cause I'd go to hell and back for you and do it again

    Spent 300 on some shoes so I could feel like somebody
    But I'm still riding by myself cause I dont fuck with nobody
    And now I'm thinking and drinking
    You let me fall of the deep end and now I guess
    It's all fucking sad that me and vicitor ain't fucking speaking

    Tables turn and bridges burn, you live your life and you learn
    I slit my wrist and pray to God that one day you'll return
    I know you're sick of me crying, I know you're sick of me trying
    You know I'm smiling on the outside but my insides is dying
    Love is where in life it changing, nothing lasts, people change

    You hate youself I hate you too, so deep inside we're the same
    But if I die, I pray to God, you'll remember my name
    I'm of the drugs, I'm speeding fast, I'm tryna stay in my lane
    I can't belive I ever try to write a suicide letter, it's been a year
    I'm still the same and I ain't doin' much better
    But I can't help how I'm feeling, I'm tryna deal with my feelings
    So all I do is get depressed and sit and stare at the ceiling

    Oh my God, my life is over, what the fuck ima do
    She used to tell me that she love me and I thought it was true
    You know I want to kill myself, I know you don't know what to do
    But I can't even hurt myself cause I'd worry about you
    That's what I'm talking about

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