Self Conflicted, Self Harm

I'm getting better every night
But now the darkness has no heart
I got this itty bitty knife, cause it reminds me of your smile
An then i went an cut it out, an yeah it bled for quite awhile
(i don't give a fuck if you don't wanna listen to me)
FLY, So fucking high
Might hit the gate, im 'finna die, im 'finna die
I dig a grave, i'm 'finna lye, nothin to lie
Im indepenent like the ice, yeah jesus christ
That's double crossed, i'm fuckin' nice
I sin at night, i mix my pint up with the sprite
An takе a knife, an think about ending my life
Yеah fucking right
Yeah fucking right, i play with dice
Sometimes i'm not okay inside, i take a downer an decide
If it's tonight, like genocide
It seems to me there's better life, an fed up with my head at night
Scribble with the pen untill i'm bleeding out my skin again
Infected by the ink i think its funny how it get's inside
Let me take a little ride, an see if you can handle right
Let me take little ride, an see if you 'gon take my style
Let me take a little ride, an see who 'gon fall
Watch them go an hit the bottom, watch they head split, hit the wall
Hah

Never met a god, but i might have to go evolve
Killed the devil with the knife an then i went an took his job
Now i'm better with the mic an i ain't ever gon' fall
Less im dead an then i might, fuckin' haunt you in the song
Gettin' better every night
But now the darkness has no heart
I got this itty bitty
Burner to my head like i was heard of in the streets
I gotta Burner to my head like i was heard of by police
I gotta Burner to my head like i was heard of in the streets
Except the gun is in my hand
I told you not to let me reach
Burner to my head like i was heard of in the streets
I gotta Burner to my head like i was heard of by police
I gotta Burner to my head like i was heard of in the streets
Except the gun is in my hand
I told you not to let me reach