Full of Grace (I Refuse to Tend My Own Grave)

de $uicideboy$

Drugs boy
You did good, Slick (the drugs)
It's a Smash (drugs boy, the drugs)
You'll end up breaking my heart

Lately I been empty as my grave
Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name
Just too many things that don't make sense
You tryna be happy or you tryna be right, huh?
I'm tryna be high, and I just might

I used to get so fucked up I was tryna make my whole heart numb
Can't believe I wasted so many of my days
Wishing my life was something that can be relayed
Lightning in the middle of abetween life and death
Lying to my people promising that I'll always try my best
To break the thermometer, I gotof problems
Pluto boy the forgotten one, the product under the sunlight
Maybe one day I'll be perfect in every way and then I'll feel okay
But everything passes while I keep on waiting and waiting and wasting away
Giving my whole life to $uicide now I'm just biding my time to the grave
I'm grateful that people say me and $crim say that they the game
I can break a hundred for you, but nothing else has changed
Chains on my own name, the key was never fame
What is my purpose? Was all this on purpose?
Ruby can't be saved, but Oddy Nuff he deserves it

Lately I been empty as my grave
Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name
Just too many things that don't make sense
You tryna be happy or you tryna be right, fuck
I'm tryna be high, you tell by the Sprite

Yeah, smoking up on this
Till my fingers hurt
Thought I was praying to church, but now I'm nodding off a couple percs
TRX all black like, wait to be your fucking hearse
I been looking my best, but inside, fuck, I never worse
Telling my granny and don't even know
Tell her by the, but then I'm like Huh?
Look at my face in the mirror, see what I could, I don't give a fuck
Couple go through my, kick that bitch out, fucking with my buzz
Yeah, spraying that Gucci on me help to cover my rottenness
Went from flexing money to stacking my chips anonymous
Been ducking death and taxes, I ain't really got time to bitch-
Tryna finding switch
Pouring up lean with 316 at
In a garage
Through the threes up, it's four, just to go five to nine