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final exit - og cuicide lyrics

[intro]
welcome to the motherf*ckin’ final exit
one way in and no way up out this motherf*cker
this sh*t was put together by the n*gga tre and lunatic from the dope fiends
for you motherf*ckers that never thought i would make it

[verse 1]
i live everyday, so everyday i got to eat
i hustle like a motherf*cker when i roam the streets
grew up searching for a place to stay but d*mn, it got hard
the frustration in my head had my mind ripped apart
who could i talk to? motherf*ckers couldn’t hear me
they heard i was going crazy so they wouldn’t come near me
feel like i’m in h*ll, all my life been a demon
death thoughts enter my head when i’m dreamin’
frequent thoughts of dyin’, vision up in my mind
d*mn, i need some help, no resort, so it’s crime
full of medication that i’m getting from my shrink
it’s supposed to keep me calm and control the way i think
but instead it makes me rigid, got me walking like a zombie
the voices in my head keep shouting out, the devil want me
the way i grew up, it was rough and it was hectic
i guess that’s why i’m living on the edge (edge of what?)
on the edge of the final exit

[chorus]
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit)
[verse 2]
you may have heard ’em crazy, but you haven’t heard nothin’ yet
sitting in a room all alone and i’m starting to sweat
got a f*ckin’ knife, thinking ’bout sliding across my throat
’cause it’s much quicker, much faster than using a rope
oh sh*t, oh no, another f*ckin’ thought has gained a mind
d*mn, i scratch some acid in my face until i’m blind
sometime i try to hide the way i feel inside of me
every day since a kid my f*ckin’ life in misery
when the in the world will i die? is that day coming soon?
something in my head keep telling me to make the gun go boom
so i let some lead out to clear my f*ckin’ head out
homicidal, suicidal what i’m all about
i’m trapped up in the gang ’cause my life is dedicated
not a portrait of a jacker or a pretty picture painted
just consider me a mental case without a way to help it
i guess that’s why i’m living on the edge (edge of what?)
on the edge of the final exit

[verse 3]
been sick in my head since a n*gga was a kid
and never gave a f*ck about them things that i did
went from purse sn*tchin’ to robbery plans
trying to keep some cash in the palms of my hands
brand new clothes and the sneakers on my feet
a place to rest my head or a f*ckin’ bite to eat
my momma wasn’t sh*t and, yo pops, eat a d*ck up
a n*gga never needed y’all ’cause i can always stick up
dumb motherf*ckers in the street for some dough
keep the gat to they head while they lay on the floor
you see, i gotta get mine because i gotta get paid
and don’t reminisce about the suckers that i sprayed
a f*cked up mind that a psych can’t define
my vision so blurry, i think i’m d*mn near blind
it’s gettin’ kinda crazy, i don’t think i can take it
i guess that’s why i’m living on the edge (edge of what?)
on the edge of the final exit
[chorus]
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit) living on the edge
(on the edge of final, edge of final exit)

- og cuicide lyrics

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