Fumes

I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes
I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes
I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes
I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes
Death in the fog, blood on my clothes I don't find it odd
Every day my heart it twists in all types of ways
I miss my dope, I miss my dope, I miss my dope
Death in the fog, too many shrooms I'm not trying to cope
I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes, I'm running on fumes
I'm digging their tombs, I'm digging their tombs, I'm digging their tombs
Infecting their wounds, infecting their wounds, and salting their wounds
I cut em, and cut em and cut em and beat em yeah my bodies bruised
I do not really listen to conversations now a days cause they are fake
If you say my name in public I'll just keep on walking at the same pace
I do not care, fuck out my face
I do not care, I'll fuck up your place
I do not care, fuck out my face
I do not care, your whole life is erased
I do not care, fuck out my face
I do not care, I'll fuck up your place
I do not care, fuck out my face
I do not care, your whole life is erased
You little bitch
Gonna end in a ditch
You little bitch
Gonna end in a ditch



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Writer(s): Andrew Foti
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