Cigarette Cyst

Drip when I walk from the blood on my heels
I drag fists on the concrete
Scraping my knuckles
I gotta cyst in my throat from the cigarette smoke
I dropped wrist to the grindstone
I've given up hope
Ive got no chance now at making it out
My head spins and aches
I tried shaking it out
But the sounds were too loud
I'm making a vow
That before I pull the trigger I'll be taking a bow
Turn around and spray my brain over the crowd
What they gonna think of me now?
My thoughts got lost with my head in the clouds
And they only give a fuck if you down
Or you dead in the ground
Now I got a little clout they be coming around
Paint my facе like a clown
Smile cover thе frown
Chin deep in the swamp and I'm starting to drown
So pretty please just let me down
Drip when I walk from the blood on my heels
I drag fists on the concrete
Scraping my knuckles
I gotta cyst in my throat from the cigarette smoke
I dropped wrist to the grindstone
I've given up hope
Ive got no more time
Gotta leave it behind
I lost hope
I tossed rope to anchor the line
Its been four whole weeks since I seen the shine of the sun
Stuck in place on the run

Long day long year long life hoe
Hate myself forgive myself repeat the cycle
Weed dependence so I keep my fucking eyes low
No friends stay inn like Shiloh
Independent til I end it on a high note
You don’t wanna know the depths of which that id go
Just to prove a fucking point bitch I’m a psycho
Swing blade see blood no type o
And I find it kinda hard to be a nice person
I might worsen ya life if it’s the right circumstance
Stances, spillin blood it’s romantic you can get murdered no one heard u just vanish lil bitch
I hate everyone on the planet been manic
Doin shit no one understand it’s alright been the type stay awake through the night
End my life bitch I might I don’t got too much fight left