Sad song

Sipping that gnac Can't sleep I Pop a prazoc Can't think Girl don't call me now Saying you worried Cause you don't care bout me Too much pain Living hell Don't need your help Or I will fail My life is a story About death And It is no fairy tale Everybody blow me off Niggas just try to cheat me Using for my kindness These bitches just keep on playing Been losing too much And been putting up on how they treat me I'm Loosing my soul Please don't make me catch a body Thinking bout my life Ranting Yeah I'm half conscious Fucked up memories Make me wanna go just like Robin Thought I wasn't gone make it When they shot Simon Pain in my sleep maximizing As the time stopping Man I'm tired of my life And I really wanna go Yeah I got a 380 Point it straight to my dome Niggas talking bout Stop saying this shit Just change up the flow A nigga hurt so damn bad Nigga I'll never let it go Bought a gun last month Got it up on my side Keep under the bed and I wanna take my own life Got a mask full of pain And my smile filled with the lies F*ck a fuckin girlfriend Y'all demons just waste my time People just keep on asking me How a nigga so solemn I just keep smiling Cause bitch you is the problem Kinky ass hoes Explaining how they can solve them You cannot solve them ITS MY LIFE PROBLEMS Somebody call Juice WRLD I need two styrofoam cups I got bad luck I keep on going Bottoms up Y'all people Lost my trust And I don't give a f*ck Nigga I'm a bust I had to grow up On my own Pick up the phone No one answering And I'm alone Never knew I was gone Did me wrong Grab my gun It a sad song Family do not like me I don't even know They don't understand me That's why I'm alone Wouldn't give a damn If I was dead and gone So don't ask me Why I make these sad songs Oh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaa! Super sayian mode Man f*ck a demon Slowing down my mind This purp got me leaning Niggas hate on my grind Because they know that I'm winning Girls don't want me now When I blow they gonna be wishing Started off from the bottom With noodles and cut up chicken Seasoning on the side So delicious That bit was kicking These Demons cutting me down And they wanna f*ck up my mission But I know I got a vision This music is made in my image Wish I could Tell Aunt Joanne That I miss her Confess all my crimes She'll tell me drop that liquor Stop all of that crying I know they did you wrong Pick that pin back up And sing that good sad song