Gun to My Head (feat. G.U.P.)

[Intro - DXRKEMOTIONS]

Sometimes I feel like life would be better if I just-

Nevermind.

(Yeah)

I wrote these lyrics after I take my meds

I heard your tracks, they puts me to bed

Wonder when I’m gonna cause some bloodshed

For now I’ll just play out these beats in the shed

Scratch that, I’m flushing these meds after ten

Wonder why people keep calling me Ted

I’ll do big things if I get off the mend (men)

For now I’ll keep putting this gun to my head-

[Verse - G-Up]

Let’s take a flashback to the ProTools

I know I was gonna get it, I’m supposed to

Devised all my rhymes, say ‘fuck you’

And everyone who doubted me, they come back, they’re old news/

Shit blowing up like a bomb, fuck, cause I’m doing this shit all the time

I start flowing, and growing, the more I keep going, the more-

Fire this song is with hard work, the ones, I won’t do it again/

Don’t need a bitch to get likes on the ‘gram

Only thing I need, is myself and the fam

Hopefully, one day I’ll have all the fans

Every night I hope life will get better, I got out of bed and start writing a letter,

These people are corny, just focus on cheddar,

Just focus on you, and get yourself better/

Talk about it, got it out the mud

Fucking levitate, ‘cause I’m doing as I should

You a fucking featherweight, and I’m drinking for a buzz/

Covered in dirt, ‘cause I got it out the mud,

‘Cause I got it out the mud,

Yeah I got it out the mud/

Always doing what I wanted, ‘cause I never gave a fuck

You wish you were, you were gonna, but you never say what’s up,

You a pussy, you a (bitch), and you always giving up!

Shit, ‘cause I’m buying a Nike with checks

Might as well call me a Psych, I’m next

I could pop a Vicodin, but digress

I can’t tell you the last time I didn’t connect/

Now focused on grief, and shit, I’m at peace

I don’t gotta’ worry ‘bout shit, but the beats!

I used to just plead now, and get what I need, now-

I’m working my ass off, I know it ain’t free!

[Verse - DXRKEMOTIONS]

Free? That would be me,

If this sickness would wear off of me on some

Weed/

Question my thoughts like I wouldn’t believe,

I’d be in this predictament at age twenty/

(Hey)

I’d question myself,

Never knew when I would reach out for help/

But the doctor just cut me off from reaching out,

So I guess these notebooks will do for now/

When I said I was psychotic, up the dose like chronic,

Got the pills on the front, like Relaspe, I’m spiraling/

(What?)

Man, I said I’m spiraling/

Losing myself, like 8 Mile did to Eminem/

And I’m on the mend, so you know I benefit,

From the played out lyrics, Ludacris, better move man/

Mr. Nice Guy, boy, wasn’t that a white lie?

I just fell asleep, listening to “No Pressure”, why-

Would I fight back, with a gun to my head

Even Tom Cruise would say,

“Just Empty That Clip”

“I know he would, that’s why we don’t want this!”

Didn’t say that in Nice Guy, did you, tight lips?

Another fallacy, it’s been entrapping me, like Ford power seats

This rap, it strengthens me, and helps me fill the pen with murder ink

The damage done to me, is irreversible, like Kid Cudi!

But I’m not tryna’ start no beefs, I’ve been cooking in the lab/

(meth?)

No, idiot, some recovery instructions

For when y’all decide to fix this chaos I’ve

Consumed, and resumed to push further towards doom

When they want the debut, I’m like, it’s coming soon!

Sit tight, grab some chair,

Don’t be going anywhere,

Pistol clenched like steel,

let me *pop* *pop*, refill!

[Interlude]

Attention! Attention!

This is the police department!

This capital has now been declared inhabitable!

[Verse 3 - DXRKEMOTIONS]

Sent me through the ringer, and I came back meaner

Got the grit for the rhymes, if they want the Reaper

Been on standby since I was about age nine

Didn’t know when these rhymes would hit fruition

But I’m reverse engineering these rhymes in the kitchen

Got about one more batch ‘fore my record finishes

I know what I’m doing, I don’t need no navigation

Let me drop off this track, here, Garrett, take this shhhhhhhh…