
I Tried To Commit Suicide Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. G-Macc)
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[Hook]
I tried to commit suicide
I had a gun in my mouth and a tear in my eye
Where's my Muthafuckin' daughter at
Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
I know she wonders where her father's at [x2]
I tried to commit......
[Verse 1]
Suicide I had a lot on my mind
I couldn't figure nothin' out and my momma just died
It's like everything was blowin' up in my mind
I couldn't determine what was wrong or right
I'm goin' Madesicc (fo' life)
I ain't the type to bitch, whine or moan
But now I'm in a weird place and I'm really missin' home
Naw metaphorically I'm really missin' home
I couldn't explain how much I'm really missin' home, (mind gone)
I'm on some shit that'll get you locked up
Put in the trunk, nigga that's life, shits fucked up
I remember when I use to sit at home all alone in my room thinkin'
I'm hungry for food, my momma screamin' in the front room
Drivin' me crazy, I feel like jumpin' out the window
I'm itchin' like scabies, cause my mind's tryin' to play me
And nobody cares, I might as well take this nine mili and die right here
I tried to commit suicide
I had a gun in my mouth and a tear in my eye
Where's my Muthafuckin' daughter at
Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
I know she wonders where her father's at [x2]
I tried to commit......
[Verse 1]
Suicide I had a lot on my mind
I couldn't figure nothin' out and my momma just died
It's like everything was blowin' up in my mind
I couldn't determine what was wrong or right
I'm goin' Madesicc (fo' life)
I ain't the type to bitch, whine or moan
But now I'm in a weird place and I'm really missin' home
Naw metaphorically I'm really missin' home
I couldn't explain how much I'm really missin' home, (mind gone)
I'm on some shit that'll get you locked up
Put in the trunk, nigga that's life, shits fucked up
I remember when I use to sit at home all alone in my room thinkin'
I'm hungry for food, my momma screamin' in the front room
Drivin' me crazy, I feel like jumpin' out the window
I'm itchin' like scabies, cause my mind's tryin' to play me
And nobody cares, I might as well take this nine mili and die right here
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