[verse 1]
This is like the bottom
And i wanna f*cking end it
Replacing full stops with a bullet in my sentence
Talking suicide, every bar i swear i meant it
Know you saw the signs b*tch, you told me you’re attentive
They say my method of escape, so selfish
I’m trapped inside the feelings, this is hell b*tch
Ask me why i’m numb and why i’m cold like well it’s…
Combination of the pills the doctors sell sh*t…
And yeah i lied, see i’m still cutting
Ain’t even tryna die, i just wanna feel suttin
Get high to get by, i don't use this weed for nothing
My soul my own macguffin
Looking in the sky like why me?
I believe in god slightly
But he ain’t help so i’m closer to a devil
That’s an indian giver, left me gifted in the nettles
We’re splitting, don’t place your faith in us
Crazy than a bag of f*cking angel dust
Your inner demon, is the same i trust
I aim and buss, and spray the whole place with blood (nah)
Don’t place your hope in us
To cope i just
Lay there emotionless
And i ain’t really woke as such
I’m doping up, so how you think i’m coping huh?