Reefey - Killing Myself Lyrics

In a room with my demons yea they torture and spit on me
They hand me a gun and told me that this will get rid of me
My mind full of drugs I'm thinking this ain't a risk to me
Just like when I pick up that knife and slice ya my wrist it bleeds
I wonder if I pick up this Mac and take it will i odee
I know what I'm saying is scary rip lil peep
This depression is killing
But I don't think I'm the victim
16 lines and I'll be fine don't talk to me I won't listen
Don't post a pic after my death saying i really miss him
Y'all don't miss me y'all just feel bad for how I was feeling
Pills of death my idols take can I get the prescription
Thinking about murdering my self cuz I'm tired of living
I never will feel well so you can stop with all the wishing
33 shots to the head nigga no Scottie Pippin
I torture my self everyday with the stuff I have written
I tried to over dose how come this shit feel like a mission
Am I really fucked up
Or I'm getting fucked up
I can't tell the difference
Like a gunshot to the head ya my brain is ripping
They say We acting like a nut no duh we children
Ya I said we my fault I was counting demons
When I kill my self I won't give you 13 reasons
Why
Cuz I don't need too
I got this Big Mac with me nigga ya it's Lethal
The only difference is my Big Mac don't like people
So why it like you
Uh it's cuz I'm evil
The way this gun would leave you holed up is like a needle
Or Maybe it could leave you holed up and make you see through
Either way nigga you finna die
I pull up with my demons cuz I got mob ties
Ya I don't need no help
It's just me and my self
I'm talking hot Ya I know cuz I came from hell
Fireplace I could show you better then I can tell
Don't be like that and hate on it like everyone else
That goes for me too
Cuz lately I've been acting like I'm not toxic
Like I didn't drink these cups ya just to fucking vomit
Like my pockets ain't hot ya I got a hot pocket
I see a couple shrooms ya you know I'm finna pop it
Don't tell me stop it
I'm talking to my self rotten
My brain is rotten
I love this feeling it ain't garbage like sex with condoms
Ya I think I got a problem
A couple problems
Bipolar problems
Ask me how I'm doing rn
I'm fucking awesome
Imagine if it took a cough to be in a coffin
Imagine if the I'm in me wasn't so important
Imagine if the kid in you didn't get aborted
Well then we have a story
But life's a lie
So I'm doing my time
It won't be that long until I die
(Ya, ya, that long until I die)
Like a jacket ima hang it up
And If my bitch don't like to cut then she lame as fuck
I treat life like Milwaukee I keep it a buck
So ima hang my self now cuz I'm fucking done
(Give me the fucking rope) yeah I'm fucking done
(Give me the fucking rope) i don't give A fuck
(Give me the rope, Give me the ROPE)
No I ain't done
I never been to Phoenix but i got a couple sons
Talking to the devil ain't that bad it's really fun
Ya it's really fun
Killing myself
Yeah I said I'm killing myself
Said I'm killing myself

In a room with my demons yea they torture and spit on me
They hand me a gun and told me that this will get rid of me
My mind full of drugs I'm thinking this ain't a risk to me
Just like when I pick up that knife and slice ya my wrist it bleeds
I wonder if I pick up this Mac and take it will i odee
I know what I'm saying is scary rip lil peep
This depression is killing
But I don't think I'm the victim
16 lines and I'll be fine don't talk to me I won't listen
Don't post a pic after my death saying i really miss him
Y'all don't miss me y'all just feel bad for how I was feeling
Pills of death my idols take can I get the prescription
Thinking about murdering my self cuz I'm tired of living
I never will feel well so you can stop with all the wishing
33 shots to the head nigga no Scottie Pippin
I torture my self everyday with the stuff I have written
I tried to over dose how come this shit feel like a mission
Am I really fucked up
Or I'm getting fucked up
I can't tell the difference
Like a gunshot to the head ya my brain is ripping
They say We acting like a nut no duh we children
Ya I said we my fault I was counting demons
When I kill my self I won't give you 13 reasons
Why
Cuz I don't need too
I got this Big Mac with me nigga ya it's Lethal
The only difference is my Big Mac don't like people
So why it like you
Uh it's cuz I'm evil
The way this gun would leave you holed up is like a needle
Or Maybe it could leave you holed up and make you see through
Either way nigga you finna die
I pull up with my demons cuz I got mob ties
Ya I don't need no help
It's just me and my self
I'm talking hot Ya I know cuz I came from hell
Fireplace I could show you better then I can tell
Don't be like that and hate on it like everyone else
That goes for me too
Cuz lately I've been acting like I'm not toxic
Like I didn't drink these cups ya just to fucking vomit
Like my pockets ain't hot ya I got a hot pocket
I see a couple shrooms ya you know I'm finna pop it
Don't tell me stop it
I'm talking to my self rotten
My brain is rotten
I love this feeling it ain't garbage like sex with condoms
Ya I think I got a problem
A couple problems
Bipolar problems
Ask me how I'm doing rn
I'm fucking awesome
Imagine if it took a cough to be in a coffin
Imagine if the I'm in me wasn't so important
Imagine if the kid in you didn't get aborted
Well then we have a story
But life's a lie
So I'm doing my time
It won't be that long until I die
(Ya, ya, that long until I die)
Like a jacket ima hang it up
And If my bitch don't like to cut then she lame as fuck
I treat life like Milwaukee I keep it a buck
So ima hang my self now cuz I'm fucking done
(Give me the fucking rope) yeah I'm fucking done
(Give me the fucking rope) i don't give A fuck
(Give me the rope, Give me the ROPE)
No I ain't done
I never been to Phoenix but i got a couple sons
Talking to the devil ain't that bad it's really fun
Ya it's really fun
Killing myself
Yeah I said I'm killing myself
Said I'm killing myself