Your Choice.....

(Verse 1) What's the problem with me? Family members ain't talking to me Me aren't happy No talking spiffy What about old old She ain't talking is she? I could add some more metaphors Similes like I kill space like a Necremorph How about I give you something to remember more A love song that is not about a girl I never see my mother and she home sick Always calling and she asking how my love life She left me for another, next question Both have depression So we have an obsession To asking how you been Do you miss me still? Both popping pills Mind against my will Working to get me killed And miss these fucking calls Ignoring all these calls Damn (Hook) Thinking bout the future, it makes me wanna throw up Maybe I don't, maybe i don't wanna grow up But really though whats one missed call? (Ever thought of that) I'm really sorry , I know I don't accept these calls (Ever thought of that) What if one day I call you, and you just don't answer at all (Ever thought of that) (Verse 2) Add some tea for the pain, then I paint Feel a little cold I just got me some dank Smokey in the room, I can't see myself Man do I feel myself, what a crazy world Bieber throwing eggs at his neighbors house Do you believe it? Depends on your fascination Is you sick? Of course not You know why motha fucka? Cause I seen all your vaccinations No I don't own a coupe Own an Astro, woopty woop Miss the times when my grandma made me chicken noodle soup The only person who would tell me it would get nicer Till my mom got tired of getting piped (Her and grandma left) All the way to north side Sometimes I do go there But it's no fair When there's no stares For me Cause I'm a cool MC I deserve The Motha fucking bitches Mother fuck you niggas See me and my crew You get mother fucking jealous I know we fly, money knee high My Levi's the mic I find you Saying you don't love me Nigga I decline you Bitches? I decline you I don't care about it I'm so used to losing everything I love too (Bridge) Dad I'm sorry (Trapped in my mind) Mom I'm sorry (Trapped in my mind) Young boy pronounced dead (Trapped in my mind) Fucked up in the head *Song glitches out, and a windows system error appears* (Verse 3) 20 missed calls Woulda called, but I tripped balls On my porch, Legs Cris cross Cigarette in my big pocket I play my own shit, I'm a bit cocky Act tough Know I'm a bit jockey All these lines that I said are just distractions But it never justify my actions Of me fucking acting Like it doesn't happen Cause it always happen Start to think about your grandsons 58, you ain't looking so handsome Talking bout all the goals that you ran from Hopefully it helps move your son Cause he was talking bout quitting with a suicide And to motivate him what the fuck do you reply? "Are you a man? are you gonna mother fucking cry?" And your wife knows you harsh to the little guy? Now she cheating on you with the cable guy I don't fall in love, and niggas always wonder why? I mean really what's the point in mother fucking trying? Nothing last forever, even you are dying We all in life as a pun for a big punch Take the c-h Add it to the "Aise" "Oice" Choic-Es Is Death (Hook) Thinking bout the future, it makes me wanna throw up Maybe I don't, maybe i don't wanna grow up But really though whats one missed call? (Ever thought of that) I'm really sorry , I know I don't accept these calls (Ever thought of that) What if one day I call you, and you just don't answer at all At all(15x)