GUESS WHAT
Yeah
Who sent you? Fuck off (yeah)
Deadlock, deadlock
Fuck
Okay, guess what? (What, what?)
I don't wanna be you
This fucking write-off needs a mouthwash
Now look at you, look at you
You got caught up in my deadlock (back off, back off)
Yeah, yeah, you go that way, I'll go right
All them failures wanna text loads
But they never say nothing, for real
They just faking, faking
Grunge girl, yeah, yeah
They treat me like exotics
I tried to daze these demons with narcotics, yeah
But this world chose to wake 'em up (up, up, up)
Numb my mind and my heart, I tried to keep them calm
But people, they won't listen
They won't just fucking listen
Out-out-out my mind, oh, it's a constant grind
Stupid narrow people tryna fuck with my kind, ahh
They don't know it yet, but they will regret
High excessive, don't you get it? This hoe mad (mad)
Am I bored, or am I empty?
Am I empty or insane?
Am I bored, or am I empty?
This shit's driving me insane
Liar, who said that I'd take ya? (For granted)
Cover tracks towards your graveyard (you're ended)
Strike a match to hide the smell, yeah (forget it)
I'm a motherfucking rave star
Okay, guess what? (What, what?)
I don't wanna be you
This fucking write-off needs a mouthwash
Now look at you, look at you
You got caught up in my deadlock (back off, back off)
Yeah, yeah, you go that way, I'll go right
All them failures wanna text loads
But they never say nothing, for real
They just faking, faking
Stress got me chewing with no pills
I got all them things mixed up for the thrill of it
I'm raving bunkers, still no one's for real in it
Hang with no wankers, it's all about no time limit
You fucking faggot, got caught up in my deadlock
Take your life, eat you alive and your whole squad
Your goddamn clique so vicious, so what? (What, what, what?)
I'm on my thrive, I'm a daddy fucking rave god
Liar, who said that I'd take ya? (For granted)
Cover tracks towards your graveyard (you're ended)
Strike a match to hide the smell, yeah (forget it)
I'm a motherfucking rave star
Okay, guess what? (What, what?)
I don't wanna be you
This fucking write-off needs a mouthwash
Now look at you, look at you
You got caught up in my deadlock (back off, back off)
Yeah, yeah, you go that way, I'll go right
All them failures wanna text loads
But they never say nothing, for real
Alright
Grunge
Who sent you? Fuck off (yeah)
Deadlock, deadlock
Fuck
Okay, guess what? (What, what?)
I don't wanna be you
This fucking write-off needs a mouthwash
Now look at you, look at you
You got caught up in my deadlock (back off, back off)
Yeah, yeah, you go that way, I'll go right
All them failures wanna text loads
But they never say nothing, for real
They just faking, faking
Grunge girl, yeah, yeah
They treat me like exotics
I tried to daze these demons with narcotics, yeah
But this world chose to wake 'em up (up, up, up)
Numb my mind and my heart, I tried to keep them calm
But people, they won't listen
They won't just fucking listen
Out-out-out my mind, oh, it's a constant grind
Stupid narrow people tryna fuck with my kind, ahh
They don't know it yet, but they will regret
High excessive, don't you get it? This hoe mad (mad)
Am I bored, or am I empty?
Am I empty or insane?
Am I bored, or am I empty?
This shit's driving me insane
Liar, who said that I'd take ya? (For granted)
Cover tracks towards your graveyard (you're ended)
Strike a match to hide the smell, yeah (forget it)
I'm a motherfucking rave star
Okay, guess what? (What, what?)
I don't wanna be you
This fucking write-off needs a mouthwash
Now look at you, look at you
You got caught up in my deadlock (back off, back off)
Yeah, yeah, you go that way, I'll go right
All them failures wanna text loads
But they never say nothing, for real
They just faking, faking
Stress got me chewing with no pills
I got all them things mixed up for the thrill of it
I'm raving bunkers, still no one's for real in it
Hang with no wankers, it's all about no time limit
You fucking faggot, got caught up in my deadlock
Take your life, eat you alive and your whole squad
Your goddamn clique so vicious, so what? (What, what, what?)
I'm on my thrive, I'm a daddy fucking rave god
Liar, who said that I'd take ya? (For granted)
Cover tracks towards your graveyard (you're ended)
Strike a match to hide the smell, yeah (forget it)
I'm a motherfucking rave star
Okay, guess what? (What, what?)
I don't wanna be you
This fucking write-off needs a mouthwash
Now look at you, look at you
You got caught up in my deadlock (back off, back off)
Yeah, yeah, you go that way, I'll go right
All them failures wanna text loads
But they never say nothing, for real
Alright
Grunge
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Harris, Miriam Barg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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