Suicidal Kyle - Test

I'm on my knees
Could I be blessed
But I digress
I try my best
I'm making it flex
My legs are a mess
My pants are red
I prefer to be dead
I'm up in the club
My phones blowing up
I don't give a fuck
I'll chain smoke some cigs
I only fuck with kools
My whole clique some fools
We be smoking in the cold
I be smoking alone
I'm on my knees
Could I be blessed
I feel less and less
I'm on my knees
Could I be blessed
I'm not doing the best
I'm on my knees
Could I be blessed
Girl is this a test
Why the fuck my phone blowing up
I don't even know what's up
I'm a young white rouge
In the robes of a mage
Do you love it when I rage
Just flip the next page
You'll see me on stage
I don't even like you
But I don't wanna wake up
Take up a new drug
I see you
Oh what's up
You still don't give a fuck
I still don't give a fuck
That's my luck
I get no love
I give no love
Say what's up

Written by:
Kyle Spano

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