gunshot uh what would be the last thing i would say if there was a gun to my head prolly a tune that i mixed and rapped on boom next thing brain jelly spread huh i am thinking of death more than my mom now always said no emotion could've grip on me but love prooved to be a fatal enemy talk about grips , a trigger has my head blaow everything is borrowed in this life , never had a thing of my own all I am left is with courage and feelings that are pseudo i look like i dont give a fuck , but held back tear burns are brutal my pain wells up, swells and pelts thoughts and rings a bell on my burden my mental health is unprojectable ever seen a nigga killing himself if he was happy enough you scarred my life i am scared of caring now i used to love your smile ,but i hate it now my friends have smeared my trust but i know when i die ,I know you'll just cry it out I wanted bathe in love , so you can pour your hate on me if we ever gon be naked uh but i wanted to kiss your head only