Itch lyrics

Know my patience is running thin
I need myself to be numb
Grief is the provence of the livin
sh*t i hold high with my thumb
I feel like roeper and ebert
f*ck u im fully conceited
f*ck who u tryna be
Imma get what i want
When i need it
And then im gone

They say dont bite the hand that will feed you
I bite my hand when i feed it
Mistreat myself when defeated
Ill prolly f*ck anotha check
Wreck anotha friend
Bend anotha b*tch
Switch to percocets
Bet bet bet bet my f*cking life on it

Cus honestly when ur this high its
f*ck friends
f*ck love
f*ck life
All i need is that substace abuse
I need a muse whos a nihilist
That wouldn't cut me loose
From another hit
Wait
Do u have dreams of charlie parker
Counting needle tracks with a fifth of vodka
While the beatles jack off with boiling pasta

Wait
All i see are these changes
f*ck my head up it feels brainless
Joints with baygon laced from the pavement

Wait
f*ck
I ain't gonna lie sh*t feels like dying off the block
Might as well f*ck a henny on the rocks
Wait

When i die i want my shroud dripping with rose gold

Thats probably not a good colour but i can't afford sh*t thats ten fold
Cus my keyboard still a rental
Cus im scared to go check my dentals
But i cough blood every f*cking morning
Man
Ain't that sh*t simple

Because i lowkey hate everybody
Im a changed man but hate’s a hobby
That i can't kick or really plan on stopping
But what do i know im just a junkie
Goddamn