No More Amore

Lyrics

[Intro] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer Damn, I hate myself, got nothing left Damn, I hate myself, got nothing left Damn, I hate myself, got nothing left Damn, I hate myself, got nothing left Damn, I hate myself, got nothing left Damn, I hate myself, got nothing left [Verse 1] Damn, I hate myself, got nothing left All these drugs to pass the time, it's time for me to dwell Said you'd always care, it's getting hard for me to tell Said you'd meet me there but you wrong, cause I'm here I've been here, when I die bury me alone and burn all my soul Put these ashes on a shelf inside an empty broken home I've been gone, I've been gone, feel alive, feel alone I'm so sick, I'm so tired, tired of feeling alone [Chorus] I'm sick and tired of these games, they keep playing with me I'm sick and tired of this pain that you can't even see Been off a pill and some drank, need an eighth just to think I'm finna fade, finna fade, put these feelings to sleep Thought you were closer to me [Verse 2] Closing in on six feet Feel the heat from the streets, I'm tryna exit on peace A peace of mind atleast, I don't mind the least Come and take the finer things, I'ma find a way, it's okay [Bridge: Chetta & ?] Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk (it's okay) Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk (it's okay) Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk (it's okay) Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk (it's okay), ay [Chorus] I'm sick and tired of these games, they keep playing with me I'm sick and tired of this pain that you can't even see Been off a pill and some drank, need an eighth just to think I'm finna fade, finna fade, put these feelings to sleep Thought you were closer to me [Outro: ?] Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk