When I Die - Stitches

Depression hurts

I don’t know what can help

You lose your mind and start talking to yourself

Waiting on a record to blow

Just so you could take care of your family

And stop selling the dope

Yeah, it ain’t no secret

My mind’s fucked up

So to ease up the pain I get fucked up

Problem after problem

How do I slove em'?

Suicidal thoughts

I’m talking to my revolver

I don’t really know who the fuck to trust

I shed so many tears but Imma gangsta bruh

I got a wife and she the love of my life

I’m on the tour and she’s alone at night

Temptation every city that I go to

Which one of these girls am I bout to go through

Make the right decision Stitches

Don’t do it

We all got problems and we all go through it

Only time I forget is when I make music

After the studio it’s right back to it

Driving my foreign under the influence yeah

Yeah, we all go trough it

Pain, struggle, just hustle

And don’t stop

When I pray to God I look up to the top

Cause when I die I’ll be a memory

When I die will you remeber me?

Keeps going on one person dies

One comes along and on and on

I contemplated suicide

I was losing my mind even thinking bout homicide

Holding my anger

Gun in my hand I’m about to cause danger

I fed on my life just living on a island

And my three children and my wife just smiling

As a father I don’t ever wanna fail

And have my children visit me up in a cell

Am I going to heaven or am I going down to hell

All the answers to my questions only time can tell

Take the pain away

When I pop a pill

Trust issues and my pride keep me from signing a deal

Cause if I fucked up over somebody getting killed

So when you see me when you look at my eyes

Just know your in the presence of somebody who is real

Matter of fact fuck you and fuck your record deal

Pain, struggle, just hustle

And don’t stop

When I pray to God I look up to the top

Cause when I die I’ll be a memory

When I die will you remeber me?

Keeps going on one person dies

One comes along and on and on