GOD'S HUBRIS (feat. L)
Life's a sick joke
I'll get the
Last laugh
When I'm dead
I cant
Remember the
Last night
I didn't spend
With tears shed
She asked me
If I'm fine
I shouldn't lie
I still
Pretend though
She asked me
What's my sign
Dollar sign
Heres my venmo
Paypal rising
Account balance
Maxed out
I feel like dying
I rly wanna try
But I'm too scared
And backed out
I used to
Drink the bottle
To the point
Of daily blackout
I've been
A year
Sober I've
Come too
Far to go
Back now
Nightly self
Destruction
In the form
Of liquid blasphemy
The bastardisation
Of gods hubris
Born a fallacy
And actually
I'd rather
Blast my
Brains out
And paint
The canopy
Aye aye I can see why, girls
Don't like me
I'm a lame and
I don't like hypebeast
Face dirty like
These old ass Nikes
I need weed
Cos my brain
Like to fight me
Fuck girls
I don't really need her
Lookin for a check
Yeah man I really need it
Cuttin off heads
And I leave the blood leakin
Use ya fuckin torso
As a sweater this season
Fuckin on ya girl
Oh boy she leakin
Uber home bitch
I'm not cuffin
This season
Bitchs the reason
I'm slittin this season
Cut out the bullShit
And just feed me my demons
I'm comin for what's mine
And I'm takin and leavin
Run up on you
And you sweatin
And bleedin
Run up on you
And you wouldn't
Believe it
Until you don' seen it
Ridin with them demons
Yuh
I'll get the
Last laugh
When I'm dead
I cant
Remember the
Last night
I didn't spend
With tears shed
She asked me
If I'm fine
I shouldn't lie
I still
Pretend though
She asked me
What's my sign
Dollar sign
Heres my venmo
Paypal rising
Account balance
Maxed out
I feel like dying
I rly wanna try
But I'm too scared
And backed out
I used to
Drink the bottle
To the point
Of daily blackout
I've been
A year
Sober I've
Come too
Far to go
Back now
Nightly self
Destruction
In the form
Of liquid blasphemy
The bastardisation
Of gods hubris
Born a fallacy
And actually
I'd rather
Blast my
Brains out
And paint
The canopy
Aye aye I can see why, girls
Don't like me
I'm a lame and
I don't like hypebeast
Face dirty like
These old ass Nikes
I need weed
Cos my brain
Like to fight me
Fuck girls
I don't really need her
Lookin for a check
Yeah man I really need it
Cuttin off heads
And I leave the blood leakin
Use ya fuckin torso
As a sweater this season
Fuckin on ya girl
Oh boy she leakin
Uber home bitch
I'm not cuffin
This season
Bitchs the reason
I'm slittin this season
Cut out the bullShit
And just feed me my demons
I'm comin for what's mine
And I'm takin and leavin
Run up on you
And you sweatin
And bleedin
Run up on you
And you wouldn't
Believe it
Until you don' seen it
Ridin with them demons
Yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Manuel De La Torre
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