Forrest Blvck - 555 Lyrics

555 shoot him in his face
Homie playing turn his guts
Into a stain
I don't want it you don't feel it
What a shame
Thought I I told you
I ain't sick I'm insane

Ain't no pain at the bottom
Of this shot glass
Thought I had someone to blame
Until I lost that

Maybe losing it a little
Might not be your pick of litter
Now I got a little riddle
Can you solve that?

Spill my guts and my doctor
Won't even call back
Peeling off in the whip
And that shit is all black

All the friends in my head
Just think I'm better off dead
Wasn't well on my meds
And now I'm off that

555 shoot him in his face
Homie playing turn his guts
Into a stain
I don't want it you don't feel it
What a shame
Thought I I told you
I ain't sick I'm insane

Suicide I bet I can make it feel nice
Hollow shell
Greatest thing I felt is from a knife

On the shelf
On the top
With a belt and a box
Funny how the finest lines
The hardest to cut

I could try, try, try
But it's hardly enough
Get a job, get a life
Am I zombie enough?

I could vanish in the night
Forrest left without a sight
Leaving everything behind
He's been bottling up