".38 SPECIAL" lyrics
.38 special
Aim that shit up at my head
I lost count of all the times I wish that I was fucking dead, my depression never ending
Maybe I just need some meds, I put sweat blood and tears, in every song
You know I've bled
.38 special
Aim that shit up at my head
I lost count of all the times I wish that I was fucking dead, my depression never ending
Maybe I just need some meds, I put sweat blood and tears, in every song
You know I've bled
What the fuck do you know about them late nights, isolated thinking to myself that I should take my life?
So many times in my mind I been thinking bout me finding a pistol, blowing out my brains, I'm not alright
I'd be telling straight lies if I said I feel alive
Dead inside, I reside in a world with no light
They be thinking that I'm fine with a smile on my face, but I'm seeking to escape, here I wait, let me die
Wish I was picking up the chrome
Put it to my dome
Leave my body slump
I would be rather be a ghost than a shell
Cause I walk amongst the living but I'm tired of pretending, I'ma end it I don't care if I'm going to hell, can't you tell
I'm a phantom, blend in with the humans but I dance in the night, with my hand on my knife
Every rap I recite, is me steady getting ready for the reaper to give me death when he snatches my life
Mothafucka I will really paint the walls with my blood
I been on my fucking grind, yeah I got it off the mud
Got a Glock in my trunk, I'm finna dump the whole magazine, tell the reaper I'm easy to hunt
Say you gonna kill me, shit I'm ready for whenever, bitch I'm hella fed up, now it's settled, all my demons have won
I'm the creature that flees from the sun
They'll never reach me, the fiend
Yeah, I scream till I bleed from my lungs
.38 special aim that shit up at my head
.38 special aim that shit up at my head
.38 special aim that shit up at my head
.38 special aim that shit up at my head
.38 special
Aim that shit up at my head
I lost count of all the times I wish that I was fucking dead, my depression never ending
Maybe I just need some meds, I put sweat blood and tears, in every song
You know I've bled
.38 special
Aim that shit up at my head
I lost count of all the times I wish that I was fucking dead, my depression never ending
Maybe I just need some meds, I put sweat blood and tears, in every song
You know I've bled
Aim that shit up at my head
I lost count of all the times I wish that I was fucking dead, my depression never ending
Maybe I just need some meds, I put sweat blood and tears, in every song
You know I've bled
.38 special
Aim that shit up at my head
I lost count of all the times I wish that I was fucking dead, my depression never ending
Maybe I just need some meds, I put sweat blood and tears, in every song
You know I've bled
What the fuck do you know about them late nights, isolated thinking to myself that I should take my life?
So many times in my mind I been thinking bout me finding a pistol, blowing out my brains, I'm not alright
I'd be telling straight lies if I said I feel alive
Dead inside, I reside in a world with no light
They be thinking that I'm fine with a smile on my face, but I'm seeking to escape, here I wait, let me die
Wish I was picking up the chrome
Put it to my dome
Leave my body slump
I would be rather be a ghost than a shell
Cause I walk amongst the living but I'm tired of pretending, I'ma end it I don't care if I'm going to hell, can't you tell
I'm a phantom, blend in with the humans but I dance in the night, with my hand on my knife
Every rap I recite, is me steady getting ready for the reaper to give me death when he snatches my life
Mothafucka I will really paint the walls with my blood
I been on my fucking grind, yeah I got it off the mud
Got a Glock in my trunk, I'm finna dump the whole magazine, tell the reaper I'm easy to hunt
Say you gonna kill me, shit I'm ready for whenever, bitch I'm hella fed up, now it's settled, all my demons have won
I'm the creature that flees from the sun
They'll never reach me, the fiend
Yeah, I scream till I bleed from my lungs
.38 special aim that shit up at my head
.38 special aim that shit up at my head
.38 special aim that shit up at my head
.38 special aim that shit up at my head
.38 special
Aim that shit up at my head
I lost count of all the times I wish that I was fucking dead, my depression never ending
Maybe I just need some meds, I put sweat blood and tears, in every song
You know I've bled
.38 special
Aim that shit up at my head
I lost count of all the times I wish that I was fucking dead, my depression never ending
Maybe I just need some meds, I put sweat blood and tears, in every song
You know I've bled
