​leave this life behind

[Intro: youngmindtrip & Kellan Breen]
DCR the gang
People talk about me like I’m no longer here
I don’t think I could last another year

[Chorus: youngmindtrip]
All these blunts done burnt my throat
In the smoke, I fucking choke
Running low, I’m outta hope
Death is calling, please come home
Under pressure, I might split
I’ma neurotic piece of shit
Went to school, but I don’t know shit
Fuck my class, I don’t need that shit

[Verse 1: youngmindtrip]
Take-take me back, always living in the past tense
Take another trip, pack a hit, need some acid
Wash away my thoughts, take a hit, now we laughing
I can’t live my life unless I’m blasted
I wish I didn’t give a fuck, so I could leave this life behind
People talk about me like I’m no longer here
I don’t think I could last another year
People talk about me like I’m no longer here
I don’t think I could last another year

[Chorus: youngmindtrip]
All these blunts done burnt my throat
In the smoke, I fucking choke
Running low, I’m outta hope
Death is calling, please come home
Under pressure, I might split
I’ma neurotic piece of shit
Went to school, but I don’t know shit
Fuck my class, I don’t need that shit
All these blunts done burnt my throat
In the smoke, I fucking choke
Running low, I’m outta hope
Death is calling, please come home
Under pressure, I might split
I’ma neurotic piece of shit
Went to school, but I don’t know shit
Fuck my class, I don’t need that shit

[Verse 2: Vision4k]
Slowing down and speeding up
I don’t really feel enough
Like the waning moon above
You can reach out, you can touch
I’ve been lost for way too long
My friend, my friend, my friend
Oh I’ve been lost for way too long, my friend
The end is drawing near

[Chorus: youngmindtrip]
All these blunts done burnt my throat
In the smoke, I fucking choke
Running low, I’m outta hope
Death is calling, please come home
Under pressure, I might split
I’ma neurotic piece of shit
Went to school, but I don’t know shit
Fuck my class, I don’t need that shit
All these blunts done burnt my throat
In the smoke, I fucking choke
Running low, I’m outta hope
Death is calling, please come home
Under pressure, I might split
I’ma neurotic piece of shit
Went to school, but I don’t know shit
Fuck my class, I don’t need that shit

[Outro: youngmindtrip]
People talk about me like I’m no longer here
I don’t think I could last another year
People talk about me like I’m no longer here
I don’t think I could last another year