I'm ready to die, got no peace of mind, problems come and multiply Only thing I'm shaking is my head, I'm 'bout to suicide How could I be so dumb? I'm working my ass off to the demise of mine I feel like a ghost, so fuck it, I'd rather just go, don't act like it's asinine So foolish of me, it's just what I think But I can't, better yet, I always feel incomplete It's hell above me when I'm in the ground Who gives a fuck the day I'm not around? Back when I was young, I never did right No father figures in sight, no wonder why I'm so fucked up I can't commit to a damn thing, so how could I blow? And I don't own a Beretta, but if I did, you would know I'd put that shit to my dome and paint inside of my home Everyone would be asking why he did it, but I don't know That's just how heavy it gets, I know someone can relate But I'm not the motherfucker that you'd ever replace So foolish of me, it's just what I think But I can't, better yet, I always feel incomplete It's hell above me when I'm in the ground Who gives a fuck the day I'm not around? Fuck 'em up, bitch So foolish of me, it's just what I think But I can't, better yet, I always feel incomplete It's hell above me when I'm in the ground In the ground Who gives a fuck the day I'm not around? Not around