Jocelyn Flores
I know you so well, so well
I mean, I can do anything that he can
I've been pretty
I know you're somewhere, somewhere (I know you so well, so well)
I've been trapped in my mind, girl, just holdin' on (I mean, I can do anything that he can)
I don't wanna pretend we're somethin', we're nothin' (I've been pretty, I know you so well, so well)
I've been stuck thinkin' 'bout her, I can't hold on (I mean, I can do anything that he can, I've been pretty)
I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain
I've been trippin' 'bout some things, can't change
Suicidal, same time I'm tame
Picture this, in bed, get a phone call
Girl that you fucked with killed herself
That was this summer when nobody helped
And ever since then, man, I hate myself
Wanna fuckin' end it, pessimistic
All wanna see me with no pot to piss in
But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm diggin'
Havin' conversations 'bout my haste decisions
Fuckin' sickenin', at the same time
Memories surface through the grapevine 'bout my uncle playin' with a slip knot
Post-traumatic stress got me fucked up
Been fucked up since the couple months they had a nigga locked up
I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I know you so well, I know you well
I mean, I can do anything, I can do he can
I've been pretty, I know you so well
I mean, I can do anything that he can
I've been pretty
I know you're somewhere, somewhere (I know you so well, so well)
I've been trapped in my mind, girl, just holdin' on (I mean, I can do anything that he can)
I don't wanna pretend we're somethin', we're nothin' (I've been pretty, I know you so well, so well)
I've been stuck thinkin' 'bout her, I can't hold on (I mean, I can do anything that he can, I've been pretty)
I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain
I've been trippin' 'bout some things, can't change
Suicidal, same time I'm tame
Picture this, in bed, get a phone call
Girl that you fucked with killed herself
That was this summer when nobody helped
And ever since then, man, I hate myself
Wanna fuckin' end it, pessimistic
All wanna see me with no pot to piss in
But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm diggin'
Havin' conversations 'bout my haste decisions
Fuckin' sickenin', at the same time
Memories surface through the grapevine 'bout my uncle playin' with a slip knot
Post-traumatic stress got me fucked up
Been fucked up since the couple months they had a nigga locked up
I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I know you so well, I know you well
I mean, I can do anything, I can do he can
I've been pretty, I know you so well
Credits
Writer(s): Jahseh Onfroy, Shiloh Dynasty
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