Run From Me

[Verse 1: Sadfriendd]
What? Something in my head don't feel right
Thinking you dancing, you not on your best night
Grinding, I'm always going watch 'til I'm left, right
Death on my mind, keep a Glock by my bedside
Shooting your head for the knock of the dead eye
Life getting harder than conquering best times
Time passing by and I'm watching my friends die
Know they ain't dead but they act like they dead, right
Thinking about all the words that I said to you
And I'm watching the way you move
Disappointed in the way that you let it go
Let them, let you keep that blunts on let it flow
'Cause it's a life with no passion
Everything you wanna talk about past tense
I think I'm losing my mind on your absence
Wait, wait
Creating violence never helping
Everybody always thinks that I'm selfish
How would you feel if the world left you helpless?
I drain the blood from your wrists if you helpless
I'm on my bed so you know you can't change it
Middle of the night when that motherfucker paint it
I keep a blade on my side in the stainless
Glock .45, I'ma leave that boy brainless
Basic, you know I hate this (What, what)
Talk all that shit you gon' end up with
Patient, I got a problem when dealing with patience
Wait, girl, what's the issue?
What you want from me?
Tell her "Baby girl, don't run from me" (Wait, wait)
I don't think I'm living comfortably
Swear that bitch tryna go for me (Wait, wait)
By my side, I need your company
Baby girl, so can you come for me?
Blood on my shirt, don't run from me

[Verse 2: Big Melancholy]
Yeah, yeah, since you wanna dwell on my past, I might just go laugh and go leave yo' ass there
I went and fell in the bag, go tell 'em I'm mad, I ain't getting fancy, yeah
I went from being a drag to being a man, like, fuck it, we ball down
I had to fall on my back, lay down then get back up, what's up with that?
I'm wishing on a star that I could go stack up without falling, it's been too long
So quick to stall and I've been too gone
The reapers calling and I can't pick up
But now I see you reaching out to me
And misery loves company, that's why they doubting me
Guess you would rather keep me down and now I'm drowning deep
Now I can't even get no air without you help

[Verse 3: Big Melancholy]
But fuck that shit, I can not cuff that bitch
I've been on substance citizen, she been on dumb ass shit
They be rushing, I think I might bust in a bit, I'm stuck in a fit
Rather be dead, if I'm lucky, I might give in, I'm screaming, "Fuck the consequence"
If I'm being honest wit' you, I've been leaning off the fence and you ain't helpin' yet
Sometimes I just can't stand your selfishness, you little selfish bitch
Yeah, you just so helpless, so no, I ain't got no help to give