Disconnected

(Is that the Grim Reaper?!) I hate my life, fucking hell, yeah I feel so disconnected Wanna die, every night, maybe then they'd pay attention Put this knife, through my neck, yellin' just to send a message Wanna cry, but I can't, so I'm stuck here second guessing You is not no friend to me "Let's link" nah you dead to me Talk shit but won't talk to me Put a blade right through yo' arteries Sayin' you not fake, man I'm sick of all these lames Fuckin' with my trust, you gon' meet an early grave You all make me wanna die Pussy reach the skies Said that you my friend Why you gotta lie It's all fun and games Messing with my head Until I check in with that .45 I don't got no glock, but I'll have you yellin' stop, ugh Beat you to a pulp, if you walkin' down my block I hate my life, fucking hell, yeah I feel so disconnected Wanna die, every night, maybe then they'd pay attention Put this knife, through my neck, yellin' just to send a message Wanna cry, but I can't, so I'm stuck here second guessing I hate my life, fucking hell, yeah I feel so disconnected Wanna die, every night, maybe then they'd pay attention Put this knife, through my neck, yellin' just to send a message Wanna cry, but I can't, so I'm stuck here second guessing I hate my life, fucking hell, yeah I feel so disconnected Wanna die, every night, maybe then they'd pay attention Put this knife, through my neck, yellin' just to send a message Wanna cry, but I can't, so I'm stuck here second guessing