No Time 2 Cry ft. Bleached SUN Lyrics

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Pour the gasoline

Around me

I got matches in my hand

Let the flames guide me

Guide me to my prime

Yeah, They saw me

But they ain't never saw the light

When they buried me

Just make sure I'm fly

Just make sure I'm fly

Boy I'm living outta line

I've been running out of time

I've been blinded by the pain

That I got up all inside

Been a victim to ways

Boy that traffic, It ain't light

Said I can't really escape

From the killers in my mind

Boy I'm living outta line

I've been running out of time

I've been blinded to the pain

That I got up all inside

Boy I'm living

I'm alive

I've been running out of time

Momma said the world ain't filled with the Saints

Pardon my "Fuck it"

I'm fit with the rage

Pardon my niggas

We really the gang

Fucking with us you ain't seeing today

Gutted my innards to put on display

That's how you like it

It's fucking insane

I got some tendencies I can't explain

I got some issues that I can't contain

Got me on ten

Prison that been my skin

Heaven ain't meant for men

Gully with the vamps

And I been top five

Get lonely at the top

But I can't really cry

Bull with red curtain

Noose getting tied

Buried in black

The Saint is Laurent

Fuck twelve

They just sat back and watched

Whole world suck my dick

With the opps

Fuck I'm up

And I'm stuck

With these thoughts

Oh my god

I've been coughing up my blood

What's the last thing you thought

Is you really giving up

I ain't giving up

I ain't giving back

I'm just giving up

I ain't giving back

I ain't giving up

I'm just giving back

I ain't giving up

I'm just giving back

I ain't giving up

I'm just giving back

I ain't giving up

I'm just giving back

Giving back

Giving back

Giving back, back

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I got addicted to percs

I tried to hide in the turnt

I tried to hide from the curse

But it only made it worse

Can't wear that shit all on my sleeves

So there's slits under my sleeves

No one believes when a nigga says he bleeds

Wouldn't change a think

Doctor treats you like a game

Why can nobody see that we all bleed the same way

How you expect us to survive

When you think all us niggas is liars

They say internalize that shit lil' boy

Sit down be quiet

I best not see no water dripping down from your iris

Fuck all your experiences

Turn on auto pilot

I want all the smoke

That don't mean that I can handle it

Hail Mary on these niggas

I'mma send these demons scrambling

Cards on the table like a young nigga gambling

Blue eyed demon tell me how to feel

So I dismantled him

How you speak on me

You don't see me as a human

All the fire deep inside got a nigga fuming

You take everything and try to turn it to your own

You don't make the rules boy

You don't got a throne

Ripping out the pages

Cause your book is full of lies

Treat us like a business

So you wear that suit and tie

You would stare inside my eyes and watch me as I die

All my niggas fed up

Cause there ain't no time to cry

You made me kill my self esteem

Then made me kill myself

I used to hate being black

I don't blame myself

I got bullied and attacked

I ain't love myself

Made me kill my own people

Made us love y'all wealth

Y'all put targets on our backs

Made us move in stealth

How you say this is a haven

When we live in hell

I don't see shit changing

But I guess time tells

All this trauma had my grandma end up by herself

And my little brother Chase

He just stay to himself

Big brother, big brother

Better watch your step

Eyes in the back of my head

But I don't know what's next

Better not lose your head

Water works

Wipe that shit

Insecurities

Privated

Fill up the cup

Numb me up

I'm feeling stuck

I'm feeling stuck

Another round

Spiraling

Taking me back

Childish

I'm getting violent

Wildin'

I'm just trying find where the child went

Another loss

Another shot

Another nigga who's outlined in chalk

Accept the fact

No one's ever caught

No time to mourn

No time to die

No time to heal

No time to cry

My mother's mom should still be alive

Or at least she should of seen way past thirty-five

She should of met me

Should of met the kids that I'm gon' have

She should be way more than stories that are stuck in the past

She should of gotten care

Doctors were never there

Couldn't afford the fair

So now she's not here

My momma's trauma made a doctor

She is self made

Constantly haunted by the only life she couldn't save

A grave she can't replace

A name she can't erase

Always reminded by her mother's features in her face

My mom was fifteen

There was no way that she could of paid

No time to cry about it

For them I gotta be great