We All Go to Hell

And Lord I'm calling, You still ain't answered I'm hoping you get the chance, I'm just wondering what your plans was And how you could call me son, then only bless me with the bad luck And how you said f*ck the world, left us hopeless and abandoned As of late it seems my dreams got me awake I think I'm getting chased by Satan while I'm racing towards the pearly gates I guess my dad, he gave me a name and then he walked away And ever since he walked away man I ain't been the fucking same I guess we all go to hell some times, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, but y'all don't get it though I guess we all go to hell some times, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, but y'all don't, no Flashback to skinny jeans and back packs The irony I make good grades, I'm getting laughed at Like I'm supposed to dumb myself down, I need to backtrack So I could just impress you clowns? Yeah, fat chance And y'all could all go to hell this time, And I'll be waiting for ya, yeah that rights, and it's like I guess we all go to hell some times, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, and thats life Now put ya hands up, and who's coming with me We all going to hell, first class tickets I mean we already there, so whats the damn difference Every days a struggle, and I'm praying but nobody listens It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell) It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell) So f*ck a verse, I'm spitting curses in these rhymes I'm just another junkie rockstar dawg, I'm out my fucking mind They say that lifes a bitch, I f*ck depression all the time And she just comes and goes, when she pleases, but its fine See I'm a piece of shit, and I mean it My mama probably should've aborted me as a fetus I'm one long stroke of genius, I'm stroking, bitch on my penis And I never wear a rubber, probably wanna catch diseases Tryna find the balance but my debts been catching up to me Now when I close my eyelids I just dream a life of luxury I wake up in the morning wonder why nobody fucks with me And then I hit the bottle, wrote my life into this fuckin' beat I guess we all go to hell sometimes, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, sing it with me now I guess we all go to hell sometimes, I guess we all go through hell sometimes, louder Now put ya hands up, and who's coming with me We all going to hell, first class tickets I mean we already there, so whats the damn difference Every days a struggle, and I'm praying but nobody listens It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell) It doesn't matter if you're black, white, act right, stacked tight, damn right (we all go to hell) Now put ya hands up, and who's coming with me We all going to hell, first class tickets I mean we already there, so whats the damn difference Every days a struggle, and I'm praying but nobody listens