the fall // goodbye
Who'd you think that you'd be seein when I took the mask off?
Thinkin that I'd be somebody else, this ain't a trade off
I am only me and myself, but it's a standoff
I never end up beating myself, not a jerkoff
Hittin up my phone but I don't wanna call
Or talk at all, these bitches two-sided like Darth Maul
I curve harder than Sandy Koufax's curveballs
All while sippin Fireball
Losin to myself like Kurt Cobain (Got a shotgun named Courtney)
Watching my blood go down the drain (Watch it all go down the drain)
And I always cry when I say goodbye (And I know you do too)
But, baby, you're gonna have to when I die
What's the point of living if we only live to die?
What's the definition of living, what qualifies?
One thing don't exist while the other is a lie
People think that when we die we fly like butterflies
Born into a new life, called it the Afterlife
Then in that case, where am I if I am dead inside?
Maybe you can show me if cut me open with that knife
It's right there in your hand, come show me what death is like
Losin to myself like Kurt Cobain (Got a shotgun named Courtney)
Watching my blood go down the drain (Watch it all go down the drain)
And I always cry when I say goodbye (And I know you do too)
But, baby, you're gonna have to when I-
Thinkin that I'd be somebody else, this ain't a trade off
I am only me and myself, but it's a standoff
I never end up beating myself, not a jerkoff
Hittin up my phone but I don't wanna call
Or talk at all, these bitches two-sided like Darth Maul
I curve harder than Sandy Koufax's curveballs
All while sippin Fireball
Losin to myself like Kurt Cobain (Got a shotgun named Courtney)
Watching my blood go down the drain (Watch it all go down the drain)
And I always cry when I say goodbye (And I know you do too)
But, baby, you're gonna have to when I die
What's the point of living if we only live to die?
What's the definition of living, what qualifies?
One thing don't exist while the other is a lie
People think that when we die we fly like butterflies
Born into a new life, called it the Afterlife
Then in that case, where am I if I am dead inside?
Maybe you can show me if cut me open with that knife
It's right there in your hand, come show me what death is like
Losin to myself like Kurt Cobain (Got a shotgun named Courtney)
Watching my blood go down the drain (Watch it all go down the drain)
And I always cry when I say goodbye (And I know you do too)
But, baby, you're gonna have to when I-
Credits
Writer(s): Malaki Smith
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