[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Lund
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Robert Lund
[00:17.640]When tomorrow starts without me
[00:20.690]And I'm not there to see
[00:23.390]I wish so much you wouldn't cry
[00:26.640]The way you did today
[00:29.760]While thinking of the many things
[00:32.350]We didn't get to say
[00:35.060]Two slit wrists with a scythe
[00:38.360]Too ****** up, had to leave this life
[00:43.930]Two slit wrists with a scythe
[00:47.280]Too ****** up, had to leave this life
[00:52.320]It's no joke, too low
[00:53.430]I can't cope, smoke **** for the pain
[00:55.000]One glock, one shot, point it straight at my brain
[00:58.350]Do not resuscitate, told you don't hesitate
[01:00.180]I put a end to the voice in my head
[01:02.620]Nobody ever listen what I said
[01:05.210]What I said (Nobody ever listen what I said)
[01:10.190]I don't really ****** with the rest
[01:11.710]Young kid flex put the blade to ya neck
[01:13.910]One more step, ******, you lose your head
[01:16.200]No one remember the *******t that you did
[01:19.000]Bury bodies, stack 'em 4-wide
[01:20.730]Why they ****** busy, hit my phone line
[01:22.970]I been getting money off my own time
[01:24.950]You should stop biting
[01:26.310]And stick with your own rhymes
[01:27.760]Shorty you looking so thick
[01:29.800]Baby come grind on this ******
[01:31.920]Let me take you back to my hotel
[01:34.080]Lay you down, ****** you good
[01:35.100]Till that ******* swell
[01:45.370]I made myself what I am
[01:46.940]I turned myself into the man
[01:48.560]I made this dough in my hand
[01:50.140]But still you don't understand
[01:52.390]Don't understand
[01:53.460]It takes dedication and some discipline
[01:56.060]Talent, drugs and experience
[01:58.000]But to be honest, living life, I'm sick of it
[02:00.190]Even if the money's still coming in
[02:02.350]Even though people still bump my *******t
[02:04.280]****** the world
[02:05.140]Death sounding luxurious
[02:06.620]Look in my eyes
[02:09.260]If you don't think I'm serious
[02:11.300]That's why...
[02:12.020]Two slit wrists with a scythe
[02:15.240]Too ****** up, had to leave this life
[02:20.300]Two slit wrists with a scythe
[02:23.900]Too ****** up, had to leave this life
[02:29.240]Two slit wrists with a scythe
[02:33.020]Too ****** up, had to leave this life
[02:37.850]Two slit wrists with a scythe
[02:41.820]Too ****** up, had to leave this life

作词 : Robert Lund
作曲 : Robert Lund
When tomorrow starts without me
And I'm not there to see
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We didn't get to say
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
It's no joke, too low
I can't cope, smoke **** for the pain
One glock, one shot, point it straight at my brain
Do not resuscitate, told you don't hesitate
I put a end to the voice in my head
Nobody ever listen what I said
What I said (Nobody ever listen what I said)
I don't really ****** with the rest
Young kid flex put the blade to ya neck
One more step, ******, you lose your head
No one remember the *******t that you did
Bury bodies, stack 'em 4-wide
Why they ****** busy, hit my phone line
I been getting money off my own time
You should stop biting
And stick with your own rhymes
Shorty you looking so thick
Baby come grind on this ******
Let me take you back to my hotel
Lay you down, ****** you good
Till that ******* swell
I made myself what I am
I turned myself into the man
I made this dough in my hand
But still you don't understand
Don't understand
It takes dedication and some discipline
Talent, drugs and experience
But to be honest, living life, I'm sick of it
Even if the money's still coming in
Even though people still bump my *******t
****** the world
Death sounding luxurious
Look in my eyes
If you don't think I'm serious
That's why...
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life