Текст песни 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 nine, Columbine
Don't get up, I got a vendetta
I got depressed and I never got better
You get on my level, don't be pushing me, pressing me
I got a Big Mac and is next to me
And I got a fat bitch on that ecstasy
I top on the bread like it's sesame
They want the recipe for success
And now they after me
'Cause I got the masterpiece
Used to, used to laugh at me
And now they gassin' me, dappin' me
Up in front of my family because they aren't no masterpiece
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 live to 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