Yeah, turn me up a bit
Little louder
Yeah, that's good, that's good
Yeah, aye, aye
Ayy, aye. Aye, aye, aye

Fuck it, fuck it
Aye, aye
Kill me, kill me, ha
Aye, aye
Yuh, aye
Aye, ha, aye
Aye, aye, ha
Aye

I’m on the edge, aye, point that gun right at my fucking head
Bloody red, aye, when I’m dead bet they all gon' regret
Now they care, weren’t aware before but now they all upset
Fucking trifling, ha, how they treating death like it’s a trend
I’m fake depressed, huh? What the fuck you know about the stress?
Fuck a friend, yuh, only thing I truly trust is death, I confess
Look where my heart's supposed to be, there’s nothing left
Carve my flesh, yuh, carve my flesh, yuh (Yeah), yuh