There Comes A Time...
Wolfgang Beaumont
Pills on my lap riding round real slow
Couple missed calls on my phone girl I know
I ain't never answer 'cus our love done broke
Leto feeling fuckin' sick from the pills swallowed
Anxiety in my body got me gripping on a tommy, got me gripping on my blade fucking don't try stop me
I need a fuckin' Oxy, musta popped 12
Vision fucking faded leave me hanging by a belt
Fuck everything and fuck myself
Pain sets in I'ma fucking kill myself
Broke a hunnid promises I did it by myself
Left my soul by my packets and my 40 on the shelf
Calling up her phone but I only hear myself
Deranged by the pain from my love that remains
Lead in my mouth blow my fucking head back
Fucking suicide ion even wanna rap