B (Prod.gasha)

Suicide suicide with the thoughts Getting lost getting lost in your soul Suicide suicide with the thoughts Getting lost getting lost in your soul Back then my n*** worshipping these ghosts Riding on this b*** spin around then we get lost Am the only one then call me me or mi amor Am just so confused how life is breaking me apart Got my cash in a B.O.P That girl was fine but she feel for me Got big thyes but nothing seems real Her love for guys belong to the streets F*ck more guys than my age in did Okay that's fine no one calls me things I kissed a girl when I was 16 Then they threw me words that broke me in three Gave her time to be neat Gave her time to be neat Kill my vibes for the beat Kill my vibes for the beat Smoking high with the trees Smoking high with the trees Am a joke to this b*** Suicide suicide with the thoughts Getting lost getting lost in your soul Suicide suicide with the thoughts Getting lost getting lost in your soul Back then my n*** worshipping these ghosts Riding on this b*** spin around then we get lost Am the only one then call me me or mi amor Am just so confused how life is breaking me apart