1 Pill, 2 Pills, 3...
My thinking style has become more obsessed
Lack of my white wheels gets me mad
I've burped all my life in da fuck ass
When you're high right now fuck that stupid past
Cigarette ash on the right eye
Tears on a paper washing off wise sign
Limiting, hold in check, restrain, put in break
Make me stressed
Make it to get me sad
I just wanna suicide, make it feel warm inside
Death always wants to bite, get ready for the fight
I like to live at night, I'm on my dark side
One more day and I will die (you will die)
Holy nerves...
Holy pain...
Mixing dirt, merging sort
Now all you get to snort
I would like to be reach
But I'm still poor
All the money in the world
Are changing minds
Don't try to find sense
In my god damn lines
I wish I could sleep, yea I do
I wish I could dream, yea I do
I wish you've never known my sick soul...
Make it to get me sad
I just wanna suicide, make it feel warm inside
Death always wants to bite, get ready for the fight
I like to live at night, I'm on my dark side
One more day and I will die (you will die)
Make it to get me sad
I just wanna suicide, make it feel warm inside
Death always wants to bite, get ready for the fight
I like to live at night, I'm on my dark side
One more day and I will die (you will die)
Lack of my white wheels gets me mad
I've burped all my life in da fuck ass
When you're high right now fuck that stupid past
Cigarette ash on the right eye
Tears on a paper washing off wise sign
Limiting, hold in check, restrain, put in break
Make me stressed
Make it to get me sad
I just wanna suicide, make it feel warm inside
Death always wants to bite, get ready for the fight
I like to live at night, I'm on my dark side
One more day and I will die (you will die)
Holy nerves...
Holy pain...
Mixing dirt, merging sort
Now all you get to snort
I would like to be reach
But I'm still poor
All the money in the world
Are changing minds
Don't try to find sense
In my god damn lines
I wish I could sleep, yea I do
I wish I could dream, yea I do
I wish you've never known my sick soul...
Make it to get me sad
I just wanna suicide, make it feel warm inside
Death always wants to bite, get ready for the fight
I like to live at night, I'm on my dark side
One more day and I will die (you will die)
Make it to get me sad
I just wanna suicide, make it feel warm inside
Death always wants to bite, get ready for the fight
I like to live at night, I'm on my dark side
One more day and I will die (you will die)
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Writer(s): Artem Trebukov
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