as they die ft. STRESS ROOM Lyrics

Stress

(As they die)

(As they die)

(As they die)

I make my wrists cry

It makes my bitch cry

I don't feel alive

I feel dead inside

We just wonder why

What's the reason

She love me but she don't really love my demons

Glock with a beam it find anything

I just poured that hennessey all over my jeans

This dick make a bitch sing just like Céline

I been scheming turn your hood into a crime scene

Love it when they scream

Love it when they

uh uh uh uh

On my money shit until the day I die

Uh uh uh

All these voices got me questioning my mind

They just might be right

Need me a bih that gon ride or die

Huh huh huh

Bitch I might

Stack that paper to the sky

I need that shit up high

To the roof

Who the fuck are you

Please don't talk to me

I make my wrists cry

It makes my bitch cry

I don't feel alive

I feel dead inside

We just wonder why

What's the reason

She love me but she don't really love my demons