Am/Pm

歌詞

Windows down with a frown, ash on my jeans Been up eatin' beans These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head But I'd rather be dead Got no bread, outta meds, I can't find no tranquility Put me outta my misery, insomnia drivin' me mental So I put on a front like golds on my dental, my life's accidental At the drop of a pencil, I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker while I'm drivin' a rental Oh no, don't tempt me, I ain't slept in six weeks Haven't ate since Wednesday Goddamn, I'm empty I fall asleep, but I don't want to rise out of bed Escape to my dreams, I hope some of them wet The sun shinin' bright as I open my eyes And then close up the blinds, and wish that I was dead Some people wanna call me a pussy Some people wanna call me a bitch Some people wanna tell me that it ain't that bad "Lift up that chin" I wonder what they'd say after I slice my wrists Two slits, I'm gone in the endless abyss One way street, and I need a fucking lift If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick countin' sheep 'til we outta breath, I mean, shit! Pour-Pourin' my emotions in a styrofoam cup Gulping it down 'till I don't give a fuck