SPIT3 Lyrics

Spiteful

I'm feeling spiteful

Keeping my eyes closed

Hoping I die slow

Never been one to be spiteful

I'm feeling psycho

Letting my slide go

Forever my eyes closed

Fuck a time if he wanna fight he wanna die

Getting high feel the ganja reddening my eyes

Feeling of a demon in my head getting constant

Fuck the mic I be in my closet yelling nonsense

Fuck I'm feeling tired fuck I feel alright

Back and fourth I feel like I be faking wanting suicide

Tell my people they don't got to worry I don't want to die

But I feel like ima want to try and grab the fucking knife

I be feeling bad for anybody tryna save me

I remember I was fucking five feeling crazy

Chubby as a child aint nobody wanna date me

Now I tell a bitch she want my love you got to say please

If I got it

I been feeling diabolic

Really knocking anybody out if they don't wanna try and talk it out

Open up my wallet spending money like I got it now

I don't want you coming to me if we had a falling out

Leave em in the past I been getting blasted

Drunk off my ass I been feeling passive

Make a nigga mad turn ya into past tense

I can not be hurt again by a bad bitch

Drown out my thoughts with the high fashion

Dressing really heavy looking like I'm batman

Heavy pocket times turned me into trap man

I'm a bad man bitch I'm so

Spiteful

I'm feeling spiteful

Keeping my eyes closed

Hoping I die slow

Never been one to be spiteful

I'm feeling psycho

Letting my slide go

Forever my eyes closed