I’ll Be Dead in the Morning

Lyrics

[Intro] P. Soul on the track [Verse: RAMIREZ] Fighting depression and I'm learning my lesson I got a fist full of pills I'm just counting the seconds I said rather walk and begin to envision the face and eyes as I sit here and listen These voices is talking I'm losing my mind The grim reaper's on the side looking for the light But I'm blind Not giving a fuck My whole life's intwined with the wrongs that I'm doing Man it's been proven nice niggas only finish last Fuck a race I'm trying to finish first place If I got to be greedy defeat the kid it's okay Get the fuck out of my way I'm always on the grind ain't got time to play "RAMIREZ is trash", bitch, fuck what you think You don't pay my bills and you don't wash the dishes in my sink Don't think I'm moving swiftly with the blade I put a nigga on his back 'cause he think this shit is a game