Crybaby

Showing out at some house
An excuse to go wild
You're too fucked up
Shit you're super
No smile straight frowning
Suicide you are talking to some pussy you're wanting but it's got them yawning
Leads to a term bitch you know I'm the worst
Cursing you out stealing jewels from your purse
Coming to quick, finger you till it burns
If you meep a lil peep
I'll lose my shit go berserk
Smash all your shit
Lose myself in the moment
You think I give a shit this is your fucking apartment?
Roommate goes crazy trying to get you up off me
So I smack her up head with some metal for bullin
Call up the 5's and I'm out the back spot
No Spare of time cause the night cannot stop
I'm trying to do shit I'm trying to keep busy
From being alone to being a crybaby

No Xanax
No Fentanyl
No Riesel
No Codeine
No Prozac
No Zoloft
No Hydro
No Nothing

You're too fucked up
You're too fucked up

Days shall pass
Weeks will follow
The months to come
As these years will tower
Your eyes remain open to a closed off world
You're far away from the light
We are always alone
Haunted by yourself thanks to all your mistakes
You're isolated in hell
You're getting off on your pain

You're getting off on your pain
Tried to tell, you try your best to explain it
You're getting off on your pain
Take me away
It's far too late
It's far too late
It's far too late
You're getting off on your pain

It's far too late
It's far too late
It's far too late
I think it's time you see a psychiatrist
Truth be told I'm not on top of this
I think it's time you see a psychiatrist
Truth be told I'm not on top of this
I think it's time you see a psychiatrist
Truth be told I'm not on top of this
I think it's time you see a psychiatrist
Truth be told it's far too late



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Writer(s): Brandon Gross
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