I'm paying when the pit 10 shots in my brain. I've been trippin with some change and change Suicide to let down, but it don't tell me the same pain Get a phone call, girl, she fucked with, killed herself Why is there something in the body else? Ever since then, when I hate myself, I want to fucking end it Past the mystic, I've been pretending to be the grand and dignity Instead of pretending to love, I'm the grand and dignity When it comes to me, it's my hate that's sickening, the fuck is sickening? At the same time, when I'm confused, I'm in a grave, I'm in a grave I don't give a damn what I said, now I'm confused, I'm stressed I be fucked up and fucked up, so depending on God, I knew I'd fuck