Cyanide - Pouya, Ghostemane

Cut my neck, the blood fresh

Got a check, still depressed

Been a mess, fuck stress

What next?

Take a guess

Cyanide on my breath

On my breath, on my breath

Cut my neck, the blood fresh

Got a check, still depressed

Been a mess, fuck stress

What next?

Take a guess

Cyanide on my breath, on my breath

Sipping a bottle of cyanide rope around my neck until oxygen is fucking gone,

one guess leaves me knockd out no sleepy beauty feeling stressed I’m no jok

fucked up you is a bitch in 21st century smoking on nothing but propane I’m off

of ecstasy on this shit shout out to Marilyn Manson

Throw your set up, I know you fed up

Release the lead from the nine, Columbine, don’t get up

I got a vendetta

I got depressed and I never got better

You ain’t on my level

Don’t be pushing me, pressing me

I got a Big Mac and it’s next to me

And I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy

On top of the bread like a sesame

They want the recipe for success

And now they after me 'cause I got a masterpiece

Used to, used to laugh at me and now they gassin' me, dappin' me

Up in front of my family

Make 'em say ugh, no Master P

I think I’m next up in the 27 Club

I’ve been too fucked up, serotonin 'bout done

Every night been ending with me biting on my gun

I know you say you love me but you make me wanna jump

Off of the ledge

I’m eleven stories up and thinking about how my mother would feel if I jumped

But now it’s not enough for me to stop, how I feel about ending it all,

I’ma jump (Jump)

Jump (Jump)

Ready to die but Wavy saved me

I guess I’ll see another day, not splattering all over pavement

(Let me in)

Cut my neck, the blood fresh

Got a check, still depressed

Been a mess, fuck stress

What next?

Take a guess

Cyanide on my breath

On my breath, on my breath

Cut my neck, the blood fresh

Got a check, still depressed

Been a mess, fuck stress

What next?

Take a guess

Cyanide on my breath, on my breath