Am / Pm (Explicit)

Windows down with a frown

Ash on my jeans

Been up eating beans

These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head

But I'd rather be dead

Got no bread

Out of meds

I can't find no tranquility

Put me out of my misery

Insomnia drivin' me mental so

I put it on a front like golds on my dental

My lifes accidental

At the drop of a pencil

I might flash out and shoot every motherf**ker while I'm drivin a rental

Oh no don't tempt me

I ain't slept in six weeks

Haven't ate since Wednesday

God damn I'm empty

I fall asleep but I don't want to rise out of bed

Escape to my dreams I know some of them wet

The sun shinin bright as

I open my eyes and then close up the blinds and wish that

I was dead

Some people wanna call me a pussy

Some people wanna call me a b***h

Some people wanna tell me that it ain't that bad

Lift up that chin

I wonder what they'd say after I slice my wrists

2 slits I'm gone in the endless abyss

One way street and I need a f**king lift

If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and

Lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean s**t

Po pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup

Gulping it down til' I don't give a f**k