Countless

[Verse 1]
Pulling guns out like it's the motherfucking wild west
The difference is I'm trying to put the bullet in my own chest
And if I miss I'm not blessed bet you could've guessed
That I'd load it one more time and I put myself to rest
Send the bullet in express and my head is the address
Grab the trigger and I pull it 'till it's really fully stressed
I didn't miss I feel the hole going through my head
A bit of wind going through my head yes I'm finally dead

[Chorus]
I bleed herе and lie
I think I'll finally die
It's right about time
Causе all I have done is try
I'll finally die
I think it's bout time
I'll finally die
I think it's bout time
I'll finally die
I think it's bout time
I'll finally die
I think it's bout time

[Verse 2]
And then I wake up open eyes look up in the sky
Take a moment and I breathe in right before I start to cry
Why the fuck am I still breathing why the fuck am I alive
All I want is just to end it why the fuck can I not die
Countless times I tried to end it
Countless times I tried to jump
Off roof and I went send it
Hit the ground and I went thump
And I woke up still alive and that shit put me in a slump
Please let me be as dead as the brain cells of Lil Pump
But wait maybe the right answer isn't pain
Grab my left arm and a needle use my laser of an aim
Sink the needle in it feels better than razor on a vein
And I hope it does it better than a gunshot in the brain
Now was it heroin
I can hear my blood like its bellowing
Laying on the floor and I feel my body mellowing
I feel really light I feel the high developing
Flat line down to zero feel my heart rate leveling

[Chorus]
I bleed here and lie
I think I'll finally die
It's right about time
Cause all I have done is try
I'll finally die
I think it's bout time
I'll finally die
I think it's bout time
I'll finally die
I think it's bout time
I'll finally die
I think it's bout time