tO tHE fLOOR!
When I'm down I don't make a sound
Especially when you're around
I miss you but you don't miss me
Miss the days when you would kiss me
But now I'm finally free
I know who I wanna be
Always knew that I was different I just had to really see
Life is just a game of poker
One wrong hand and the game is over
Perky to the floor and xanny to the bed now
Gotta thank my angels that I ain't already dead now
I came a long way from summer
Bad bitch but she turned into a bummer
I always do my best, to get you out my chest
You always come back with a full court press
You been shooting 3s like the rockets
Take all of my feelings and I put em in my pocket
You ever had somebody look you in the eyes
And tell you that they love you but you know that it's a lie
They say I'm gonna die
Bitch I been around but it's time to say goodbye
Blurry
Popping oxycodone in a hurry
Real life and imagination feeling kinda blurry
Girl I gave you everything I don't know why you hurt me
Pour another 4
Mix it with some pills and I pop a couple more
My self destruction is how they run the score
They wanna see me dead and out the door
I'm sipping more
Perky to the floor and xanny to the bed now
Gotta thank my angels that I ain't already dead now
I came a long way from summer
Bad bitch but she turned into a bummer
I always do my best, to get you out my chest
You always come back with a full court press
You been shooting 3s like the rockets
Take all of my feelings and I put em in my pocket
Especially when you're around
I miss you but you don't miss me
Miss the days when you would kiss me
But now I'm finally free
I know who I wanna be
Always knew that I was different I just had to really see
Life is just a game of poker
One wrong hand and the game is over
Perky to the floor and xanny to the bed now
Gotta thank my angels that I ain't already dead now
I came a long way from summer
Bad bitch but she turned into a bummer
I always do my best, to get you out my chest
You always come back with a full court press
You been shooting 3s like the rockets
Take all of my feelings and I put em in my pocket
You ever had somebody look you in the eyes
And tell you that they love you but you know that it's a lie
They say I'm gonna die
Bitch I been around but it's time to say goodbye
Blurry
Popping oxycodone in a hurry
Real life and imagination feeling kinda blurry
Girl I gave you everything I don't know why you hurt me
Pour another 4
Mix it with some pills and I pop a couple more
My self destruction is how they run the score
They wanna see me dead and out the door
I'm sipping more
Perky to the floor and xanny to the bed now
Gotta thank my angels that I ain't already dead now
I came a long way from summer
Bad bitch but she turned into a bummer
I always do my best, to get you out my chest
You always come back with a full court press
You been shooting 3s like the rockets
Take all of my feelings and I put em in my pocket
Credits
Writer(s): Hoodie Rob Uzumaki
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