u don't know me

Paulie

God

I've got gorillas on my chest

But there's demons in my brain

Even though your mind is numb

I'll still make sure you feel my pain

Could manipulate your bitch

Or I could write a song like this

But you wouldn't get the message till I hang or slit my wrist

I'm that young Charles Manson

While you're just Chris Hansen

Used to shop at Hot Topic

When I spilled blood on the floor

No one is dancing

Gun up to my head

I can't sleep in my own bed

At least Midnight have some album art

To use when they find me dead

You don't know me (Trust me you don't)

You don't know me (And trust me, you won't)

But I can still

Slit my wrist, stab my thighs

Oh my God I wanna die

Rip my heart out, cut my eyes

Only aim is suicide

Only dead thing in the room

Someone come rescue me, come save me soon

I've been drowning inside of my own thoughts

Beginning to lose air I'm in a typhoon, yeah

Aye, it's that motherfucking dope shit

I'm a leader, two liters full of potion

29 grams in my ounces

Ask my plug he would tell you I'm a good kid

Ask my mom she would tell you I'm a good kid

Ask my thot she would tell you I got that good dick

Ask my pops? I don't even fucking know him

I know why he left; 'cause he couldn't fucking handle this

Can't nobody handle this

Watch me do my damage bitch

Loud pack look like amethyst

Yeah, it's really me

I'm Lil Peep

Please don't panic bitch

Blow up with my team

That's my dream

Bitch, we getting rich

Making bitches scream, uh

(Man this xanax got me fucked up man my bad)

• Artist:Original God
• Album:The Second Coming