[Intro]
I love the way she talks to me
I love the way she talking ... x4
[Verse 1]
Seeing what's her name, just can tell she's such a stranger
And must have changed from suffering pain to cutting veins for
This scrawny kid, arms equipped with scars that range from
Large to big, harvesting all of the hardships pain
And it's crazy in a couple of months that she wants to brainstorm
Touch base on all the positives, the guts to hug and make up
Sprung up from slut behavior, her love for lust and danger
She's lusting for the love of just one fucking dumb teenager
Danger's now replacing the word "fuck" with the words "make love"
Safe wrappers match what plastic love's set to involve
Marred with chronic and hard narcotics, that's mental withdrawal
Past the lack of passion, it's orgasmic as vents through her soul
Especially when she claims to never loved life just because her love life
Rather down and loose, then uptight, it's up in the air blown'
Doing drugs, abuse of substance, it's nothing compared though
Life's abusing it's very meaning. ODing because she knows, knows, knows
[Refrains Version #1]
That he's here, and i'm gone
Won't have no long life, if you ain't with me lifelong
Won't have no long life, if you ain't with me lifelong
That's how it fucking feels to really think your death prone X2
Trending topic, get to poppin' that champange
Babe, lets have a race to get the poison in our veins
Ay, cause i could play your little game
I could be obssessed with death and pretend everything okay, now X2
Tell me all you symptoms that you know, think you Death Prone
A razor on your skin right to your throat think you Death Prone
Fantasize about suicide to cope think you Death Prone
Your mind is where you stash drafts of the notes, think you Death Prone
Hope those blunts burn with you when you go, think you Death Prone
Hell's warmer than just standing in the cold, think you Death Prone
For this earth, your expectations low, think you Death Prone
That's just me when I am all alone, i think I'm Death Prone
I think I'm Death Prone
I think I'm Death Prone
I think I'm, uh
[Verse 2]
Seeing what's his name, just can tell he's such a stranger
In the mirror, looking at what his soul must want escape from
Solely just to make some kind of fucking sense
To be the lightbulb to the problems that's gotten over his head
I got the lexapro on lock. i got the WebMD on deck
I got a therapist each thursday, more than a week's worth of regrets
Its morbid the reaper works no sweat puncturing scythes right through my hopes
Kicking the bucket tops my bucket list, nothing wished gon' follow
Oh no, i'm busy writing songs about anxiety
Unsure that i'ma die in peace, the more that i'm denied relief
Mortified of life that keeps the thoughts inside my mind this bleak
Mortgage time, how inner demons leave bars where they hide and creep
I swore that I believed, dead ass lies like "my ass won't lie deceased"
The morbid side of me's immortalized in this style of rhyme and beats
That cold wind evoking sounds
Fuck normal emotions now
This blunt spliff's sure the uplifter that's gonna hold me down
Now
[Refrains Version #2]
[that he's here, and i'm gone
Won't have no long life, if you ain't with me lifelong
Won't have no long life, if you ain't with me lifelong
That's how it fucking feels to really think your death prone X2
Trending topic, get to poppin' that champange
Babe, lets have a race to get the poison in our veins
Ay, cause i could play your little game
I could be obssessed with death and pretend everything okay, now X2
Tell me all you symptoms that you know, think you Death Prone
A heart attack, cancer or a stroke, think you Death Prone
Palpitations, nights in hospitals leaves you Death Prone
Feeling like you're wrongly diagnosed, think you Death Prone
No way, no how, could ever be consoled, think your Death Prone
I hate i have to leave her in the cold, think you Death Prone
Aorta gets too big and then explodes, think you Death Prone
That's just me when I am all alone, I think I'm Death Prone
[Outro]
I think I am Death Prone X6
Could you love me if I'm Death Prone?
Death Prone
