Desolate ft. $pooktheunlucky Lyrics

My mind is desolate

I don't know what's next

Put my mind to rest

I am definitely not the ones you want to press

I just want the best suicidal test

Placebo in pill bottle

Don't know where I'mma go

Just know I fuck all on that bitches throat

Failure, opposed to growth

Death note wrote her in my death note

In my death note

I don't want to play with no bitch

That's the reason why I stay with this clip

Broad day, gonna slide to the place that they lay with the K

Broadway heart of hollows gonna sing all day

Getting it from a shorty while she tell me I'm a king

I'll say that I need a a fucking brick and I get it Godspeed

Better watch what your touching 'cause it might end on me

Its a real baby Draco but it don't lack the teeth

Carve his head like a pumpkin it ain't even Halloween

You a real fucking snake

No Versace on the tee

Rocking all that fake Bape that does not make you clean

Got a rocket on my side I'm not talkin bout the team

Why the fuck you gonna slide you don't want to intervene

You gonna be the one to die, you don't really want to beef

My lil shorty want me dead but she don't really want to leave

I'm a young jack boy so the Glock got a beam

Naked bitches in my trunk you the type that want to see

By myself I am a god you the type that's gonna believe

I'm the type to fornicate it and then pass it to the team

We're the killers out of Florida

My mind is desolate

I don't know what's next

You acting perplexed

But you're the one who's running around like you know what's best

Bitch you are a pest

I used you for sex

That's why you are next

And I don't believe all the shit you spouting out your neck

What the fuck happened?

My mind is desolate

I don't know what's next

Put my mind to rest

I am defiantly not the ones you want to press

I just want the best

Suicidal test

Placebo in pill bottle

Don't know where i'mma go

Just know I fuck all on that bitches throat

Failure, opposed to growth

Death note

Wrote her in my death note

In my death note

This bitch got problems

She said where the fucks the condom

Shut the fuck up, mind you mouth

Until I say that you're allowed to speak

Inside my fucking head you dig hole that's fucking deep

And depressions got me down lately so I cant even speak

I see a light inside my tunnel

I don't even want to reach

And if the reapers gonna teach me

I don't even want to breathe

You fucking pussies want to hate me without even knowing me

I got these blood stains on my arm I guess my veins just likes to bleed