Lyrics Cyanide - Ghostemane , Pouya

Cut my neck
The blood fresh
Got a check
Still depressed
Been a mess
Fuck stress
What next?
Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath, on my breath

Cut my neck
The blood fresh
Got a check
Still depressed
Been a mess
Fuck stress
What next?
Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath

Know your setup
I know you fed up
Release the lead from the 9
Columbine Don't get up, I got a vendetta
I got depressed and I never got better
You ain't on my level
Don't be pushing me
Pressing me, I got a Big Mac and it's next to me
I got a fat bitch on that ecstasy
On top on the bread like a sesame
They want the recipe for success
And now they after me 'cause I got the master piece
Used to
Used to laugh at me
And now they gassin' me
Dappin' me up in front of my family
Make 'em say ugh no Master P

I think I'm next up in the 27 club
I've been too fucked up
Serotonin 'bout done
Every night been ending with me biting on my gun
I know you say you love me but you make me wanna jump
Off of the ledge I'm eleven stories up
And Thinking about how my momma would feel if I jumped
But now it's not enough for me to stop how I feel
About ending it all, I'ma jump (Jump), jump (Jump)
Ready to die but Wavy saved me
I guess I'll see
Another day not splattering all over pavement (Lay me in)

Cut my neck
The blood fresh
Got a check
Still depressed
Been a mess
Fuck stress
What next?
Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath, on my breath

Cut my neck
The blood fresh
Got a check
Still depressed
Been a mess
Fuck stress
What next?
Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath