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Done With Life Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Skitz
Length: 2:10
Written by: Thomas Hatter
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Yung Skitz - Done With Life Lyrics




Loaded with a bullet in my brain (Bang bang)
Tryna' get the money, I don't care about the fame (Nah)
I'm so sick of feeling like I'm 'nothin but insane (Crazy)
It 'ain't f*ckin' funny, this shit ain't a f*cking game (Nah)
Tryna' live a day without a voice inside my head (Voices)
Tryna' go an hour without seeing f*cking red (GRR)
Tryna' find a reason to get up and out of bed (AYE)
I will not be happy 'till I'm high or f*cking dead (Gone)
An introverted Gemini, I hate the human race (Yup)
Walkin' down the street with a frown upon my face (Pissed)
Sick of all the feds, I'm sick of always catching case (F*ck 12)
I'm struggling to live 'cause I 'ain't got no peaceful place (No home)
But these man they some fakers, they 'ain't nothin' but some hoes (Some bitches)
These man they some haters and they trap just to buy clothes (Haha)
I caught the opp boy lacking and you know he f*ckin' froze (Man froze up)
I'm tryna' be the killer of my motherf*cking foes
Bro
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Loaded with a bullet in my brain (Bang bang)
Tryna' get the money, I don't care about the fame (Nah)
I'm so sick of feeling like I'm 'nothin but insane (Crazy)
It 'ain't f*ckin' funny, this shit ain't a f*cking game (Nah)
Tryna' live a day without a voice inside my head (Voices)
Tryna' go an hour without seeing f*cking red (GRR)
Tryna' find a reason to get up and out of bed (AYE)
I will not be happy 'till I'm high or f*cking dead (Gone)
An introverted Gemini, I hate the human race (Yup)
Walkin' down the street with a frown upon my face (Pissed)
Sick of all the feds, I'm sick of always catching case (F*ck 12)
I'm struggling to live 'cause I 'ain't got no peaceful place (No home)
But these man they some fakers, they 'ain't nothin' but some hoes (Some bitches)
These man they some haters and they trap just to buy clothes (Haha)
I caught the opp boy lacking and you know he f*ckin' froze (Man froze up)
I'm tryna' be the killer of my motherf*cking foes
Bro
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Writer: Thomas Hatter
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