Dead Rockstar!

Baby please don't start, put your hand on my chest I bet you feel, no heart Got excess baggage bitches want no parts 27 club I'll be your dead rockstar (Dead rockstar) Baby please don't start, put your hand on my chest I bet you feel, no heart Got excess baggage bitches want no parts 27 club I'll be your dead rockstar (Dead rockstar) I need a, I need a, I need a, I need a I need a friend just like I need a bullet, I need A gun witha trigger to pull it, get closer to The edge the more that you push it Edge of the cliff but I'm losing my footing And the way that my mind is, I can see myself Doing something that I know that you wouldn't All the memories rewinding from the times I was Really low and you was there as a cushion And my therapist say, kami you stuck in the past And you need to let go of that shit Get control of that shit, you could still come back up Cause this isn't as low as it gets But I do not believe her So I been cuddled up with the reaper I swear happiness hiding from me And I'm tired of being the seeker Like a suicide note coming right through ya speaker Straight face I feel like mona lisa 24 hours I been on a mission like sutherland Niggas be calling me kiefer Ptsd, inside of me, making me sick, I get sicker than zika Mickey and mallory we was a movie baby n L'm thinking that we need a sequel Baby please don't start, put your hand on my chest I bet you feel, no heart Got excess baggage bitches want no parts 27 club I'll be your dead rockstar (Dead rockstar) Baby please don't start, put your hand on my chest I bet you feel, no heart Got excess baggage bitches want no parts 27 club I'll be your dead rockstar (Dead rockstar)