findhelp
Don't let it come back to bite you
I been doing things that I can't recall
You were in my messages
Saying shit that doesn't matter at all
I was trying and you were lying, I don't wanna talk
I don't have it in me to care
And it's fuck the world but I don't do nothin' well
Pushing me on the ground, I was well aware
You were crying and I was tryin' to find some help
You weren't there for me, I would run to your heart
You would run to the number, it was never that far
I'm convinced that it will never work for me
Can't get over you, you're always hurting me
Always hurting me (oh)
Always hurting (oh)
Always hurting me (oh)
Always hurting
I don't wanna, had to figure it out
Please don't run your mouth
But I'll see you around
Put a bullet in his head (gun sound), make it loud, make it (ahh)
I don't care what you wanted, you're the problem
Wanna die, I don't care about it
And if he wanna try, keep the straps in the closet
You're forgotten, I'm surrounded, I can not be honest
I do nothing well
You were cryin' and I was tryin' to find some help
You just wanna see me fail, I can't let it happen
I don't live for your laughing like bro, you can have it
Fuck your friends, they're all faggots
I can't stop but I've had it
Keep that Glock, I'ma spam it
I'ma leave you abandoned
I can't stand it
Gonna panic
I can manage
But I'm giving up
I been doing things that I can't recall
You were in my messages
Saying shit that doesn't matter at all
I was trying and you were lying, I don't wanna talk
I don't have it in me to care
And it's fuck the world but I don't do nothin' well
Pushing me on the ground, I was well aware
You were crying and I was tryin' to find some help
You weren't there for me, I would run to your heart
You would run to the number, it was never that far
I'm convinced that it will never work for me
Can't get over you, you're always hurting me
Always hurting me (oh)
Always hurting (oh)
Always hurting me (oh)
Always hurting
I don't wanna, had to figure it out
Please don't run your mouth
But I'll see you around
Put a bullet in his head (gun sound), make it loud, make it (ahh)
I don't care what you wanted, you're the problem
Wanna die, I don't care about it
And if he wanna try, keep the straps in the closet
You're forgotten, I'm surrounded, I can not be honest
I do nothing well
You were cryin' and I was tryin' to find some help
You just wanna see me fail, I can't let it happen
I don't live for your laughing like bro, you can have it
Fuck your friends, they're all faggots
I can't stop but I've had it
Keep that Glock, I'ma spam it
I'ma leave you abandoned
I can't stand it
Gonna panic
I can manage
But I'm giving up
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Writer(s): Lieu, Rodger Cashew
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