COMPOSITION I Lyrics

Let me tell you about my night, just take a listen

Writin' down in a couple names, inside my suicidal listin'

Had to scratch instead of knives because it lingers on my wrist and

People acting quiet, they got nothing, they just listen

This shit ain't emo, I'm just telling you how I went 'bout my day

The spiders in my wall, I had nothing that I could ever say

The moments in my life, they all just stick like glue inside my brain

Had to take a life inside the night, I caught all of my fucking pray

These days I write about my life and hope someone will hear it

All these things are cries for help, but they ignore it, they just peer in

All these people take a knife to take a life and all you saying "end my life" when you just Cried

Despite the horrid life you had, you never had a wife

I never end it cause I'm not a fucking pussy

If I ever die, it's called suicide, just know it wasn't me

Put that on my grave and lacerate it on my skin, please

I'm not killing myself for you, bitch, you are gonna have to kill me

I have some pictures embedded down deep inside my brain

Some vids of you and him screaming, breaking shit, got all that framed

Finna end up like Pop Smoke and shit don't ever get lit up, man

OutKasted Kings for life, and I know that I really seem lame

All these days go bye and all I get out of it is fucking bupkis

These kids over here screaming, "you're so fine," while they go back and butt kiss

Yellin' in my face, "grow the fuck up," bitch, you can all fucking suck this

I'll be dead before I grow up, shove it up your motherfucking rumpus

Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball

Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all

Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball

Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all

It's April at the moment, things get better with time

I guess I had a couple screws loose back then up in my mind

I had to guess the words I wrote and didn't mean shit to me

I had a fuckton of music deleted, seeing clearly

I'm not the person that I was about a year ago

I've matured, grown the fuck up, still dumb

Hear me, though, human rights should extend not distend

And let me tell you, all my friends have gotten further gone down deep into the darkest Descent

It's April, wrote the first part of this fucking song three months ago

I can't get shit done when it's on my mind, I lose my way, and no

I will never stop just cause I lost motivation, way too cold

It'll come back to me eventually and you will speak to me

I've been getting anxious, shit's getting in my skin

Keep getting caught, I'm not myself, you call me Balsamic Vin

I had some time to think awhile, had shit to reconsider

Now I had to rewrite my whole life, Had change in me, no bitter

Call me a saint, but let me tell you, bitch, I am a sinner

I'm sure not proud of it, Rather be me than be your dinner

I kill my demons

They come back, cannot call me a winner

She asked what demons I withhold, I said, "pull down my zipper"

Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball

Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all

Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball

Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all

Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball

Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all

Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball

Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all

(Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball)

(Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all)

(Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball)

(Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all)

(Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball)

(Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all)

(Writin' names on the wall, Hall of Fame, yeah, I ball)

(Got spare change? Fuck it all, did I change? Fuck you all)