This Is Not a Song This Is a Mental Breakdown Songtext
von Kxllswxtch

(The Crimson Chin!)
I would put the extra inch in, but she can′t handle that shit
Yeah, yeah, ayy

Bitch, I'm stressed out
Bitch, I′m stressed out
Let him talk out his neck, he get stretched now
Bitch, I'm stressed out
Bitch, I'm stressed out
I got shit on my chest I can′t let out

Bitch, I′m stressed out
Bitch, I'm stressed out
Bitch, I′m stressed, bitch, I'm stressed, bitch, I′m stressed out
Bitch, I'm stressed out
Bitch, I′m stressed out
Bitch, I'm stressed, bitch, I'm stressed, bitch, I′m stressed out, yeah


Friends in my head, they talk to me
White bitch snortin′ ketamine off my D
I'ma fuck that bitch if she offering
I′ma get up in her body like autopsy
Like Hellboy, feeling like Constantine
I don't really think God too fond of me
Better use your head, boy, concentrate
′Fore you get your shit stuck, like constipate

Like, your bitch be on me, she nagging like Deedee
He think that he all the shit, all the kiwi
Give him a beating, he running like PE
.223 in his mouth, like Binky
Chopper hit him, now he hit up the nae nae
She go down on me, I'm not talking mayday
Let her suck me ′til I'm sleep, and I'm lazy
Know some Crips, I′m with my cousin like Day Day

Haha, okay, okay
Thank you for tuning into my mental breakdown, I appreciate it
Yuh, yuh
Alright, that′s it, goodbye