Text: T PAIN. Epiphany. Suicide.

The world keeps spinnin' with or without me
And I know, that's hard to believe
And now I'm in a box with nothin' around me
'Cuz I found a girl that'll get on her knees at ease

And all the while I'm knowin' that my homies have clowned me
'Cuz I *** her and didn't have a *** on me
It seems I had to find out the hard way
That the girl that I found in the ground, she had HIV

Now she next to me like
Suicide
Suicide
Suicide

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways
To leave this whole wide world so cold
Stuck on my *** I been drinkin' for days
And I got the nerve to put that Bonneville on the road, no

Got that thang on me and a couple ***
A bag of *** and a pound of that ***
But I guess I had to find out the hard way
'Cuz I done came to the end of the road

And now I'm in the mirror like
Suicide
Suicide
Suicide