Yeah, turn me up a bit Little louder Yeah, that's good, that's good Yeah, aye, aye Ayy, aye. Aye, aye, aye Fuck it, fuck it Aye, aye Kill me, kill me, ha Aye, aye Yuh, aye Aye, ha, aye Aye, aye, ha Aye I’m on the edge, aye, point that gun right at my fucking head Bloody red, aye, when I’m dead bet they all gon' regret Now they care, weren’t aware before but now they all upset Fucking trifling, ha, how they treating death like it’s a trend I’m fake depressed, huh? What the fuck you know about the stress? Fuck a friend, yuh, only thing I truly trust is death, I confess Look where my heart's supposed to be, there’s nothing left Carve my flesh, yuh, carve my flesh, yuh (Yeah), yuh