TryingToExist! (Outro)

I think I'm dying, I'm trying to forget I think I'm lying I'm dying, I think I'm getting sick of it Time to to leave, yeah, son of a bitch, Drank too much, let me piss real quick Skipping through life, won't sim that shit Now I'm texting her phone, should I send that shit I meant that shit. Put all my niggas in a charter bus, yeah It's gon' take bout all of us Blood tied, baby, we built on trust, Anonymous Didn't rob clothes or jewels on the lick Coming for your spot and I mean that shit Ayy, pouring in my songs, nigga, hear my clips And I'm running off the map, I'ma miss that bitch Tap that, like a blunt in a row, It's the fact that I know I'm gonna go It's the fact that I think I'll die alone It's the fact that I already know Trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to forget I'm trying I'm dying, and I think I'm getting sick of it, I'm sick of it, sick of the shit I don't need that bitch, look I don't wanna slide, not risking shit Gone with the day, so I smoke my shit, I'm facing it I sin for you, and I sat down and I listened And I hurt for two And I don't think you should mention What I mean to you, cause I really like the tension Now I'm in the mood, lock the door to my room My message, not sending Pussy done got on my shit list I miss his bitch, so I sent it She don't wanna tell him she missing me How can I lose, I'm too damn cool And I'm sitting here just laughing, ooh Not tryna sound promiscuous When I say I wanna kiss on you Can't tell it, compelling Now I'm thinking you're the devil, uh All my secrets telling Blood on my sleeve, it, it's spreading, uh Time I'ma waste, can't tell it and my phone, don't call, no telly, uh Pour up a glass, for the cele And I own my soul, won't sell it, uh I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to forget I'm trying, I'm dying, and I think I'm getting Sick of it I'm dying, and I'm trying to forget I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm getting sick of it I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm getting sick of it I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm getting sick of it