Myself
Bitch I'm harder than any artist I paint the pictures with my blood aye
Plaster and send it to all my exes I just flip the switch when I get radical in the article
You's a bitch for switching ape shit when I rap and that's mo fucking fact, aye
Bitches be acting like they can get it the only fuck I give is to myself and narcissism aye
Shouldn't even be alive on this planet amount of times I've tried to end it no wonder I call Myself a god yuh
I don't talk shit fuckers gonna get ripped yuh
Bay blade a fuckers face then he pack a sis, huh
Wanna grab that glock bedevilled with this fucking pain yuh
Spray that magazine until that bitch is out my brain wait
Did this to myself alone again with no one else, yuh
Self inflicted old boy somehow feeling grief with no remorse, huh
All I see is red, hear me, all the sea is red
Tower over them no love in evangeline
Over dramatics not over dramatic like manic's having panic attacks like I use to be all in My rhyme schemes
I tried to look past it but there's feelings attached like when I had it wrapped up in dash I Try to start a new when writing
But she likes me for my journal I burnt my bible
Crucify my Eiffel Paris gonna blow up
Stack up bodies flipping beats until I fucking go nuts
Suicide is going out of style start a trend
Bitch I'm harder than any artist I paint the pictures with my blood aye
Plaster it send it to all my exes I just flip the switch when I get radical In the article you's A bitch for switching ape shit when I rap and that's mo fucking fact
And all I see is the dead their all around me
Wanting silence instead they've started shouting
And all I see is the dead their all around me screaming
This is your fault yeah this is your fault
And all I see is the dead their all around me
Wanting silence instead they've started shouting
And all I see is the dead their all around me screaming
This is your fault yeah this is your fault
Lil slit wrist skellington Is creeping out the morgue don't give a fuck
Toe tags I used to collect whores
I hung them on my wall right next to all my momentums my right temple core my shotty And that fucking psych ward
Psychopathic addict diplomatic devil worshiper
Six six six you'll learn not to fuck with lucifer
Who is he kidding this ain't pretend I got your stupid note as well
Baphomet that's drawn by the goat Ahaha
A sociopath don't get way of his plans
He turns into bill no he turn psychopath
A soul left deceased leaves a body in peace
Nailed to the cross with no moss on the stone
No home no phone no dome had left
I wish I had these demons kept
In faucets closets under my bed instead there in my fucking head
My past is wrong my head is fucked up
My love is gone too busy crying
My futures not here miss my diary
And all to blame myself
My past is wrong my head is fucked up
My love is gone too busy crying
My futures not here miss my diary
And all to blame myself
Myself myself and all I have left is to blame myself
Myself myself and all I have left is to blame myself
Plaster and send it to all my exes I just flip the switch when I get radical in the article
You's a bitch for switching ape shit when I rap and that's mo fucking fact, aye
Bitches be acting like they can get it the only fuck I give is to myself and narcissism aye
Shouldn't even be alive on this planet amount of times I've tried to end it no wonder I call Myself a god yuh
I don't talk shit fuckers gonna get ripped yuh
Bay blade a fuckers face then he pack a sis, huh
Wanna grab that glock bedevilled with this fucking pain yuh
Spray that magazine until that bitch is out my brain wait
Did this to myself alone again with no one else, yuh
Self inflicted old boy somehow feeling grief with no remorse, huh
All I see is red, hear me, all the sea is red
Tower over them no love in evangeline
Over dramatics not over dramatic like manic's having panic attacks like I use to be all in My rhyme schemes
I tried to look past it but there's feelings attached like when I had it wrapped up in dash I Try to start a new when writing
But she likes me for my journal I burnt my bible
Crucify my Eiffel Paris gonna blow up
Stack up bodies flipping beats until I fucking go nuts
Suicide is going out of style start a trend
Bitch I'm harder than any artist I paint the pictures with my blood aye
Plaster it send it to all my exes I just flip the switch when I get radical In the article you's A bitch for switching ape shit when I rap and that's mo fucking fact
And all I see is the dead their all around me
Wanting silence instead they've started shouting
And all I see is the dead their all around me screaming
This is your fault yeah this is your fault
And all I see is the dead their all around me
Wanting silence instead they've started shouting
And all I see is the dead their all around me screaming
This is your fault yeah this is your fault
Lil slit wrist skellington Is creeping out the morgue don't give a fuck
Toe tags I used to collect whores
I hung them on my wall right next to all my momentums my right temple core my shotty And that fucking psych ward
Psychopathic addict diplomatic devil worshiper
Six six six you'll learn not to fuck with lucifer
Who is he kidding this ain't pretend I got your stupid note as well
Baphomet that's drawn by the goat Ahaha
A sociopath don't get way of his plans
He turns into bill no he turn psychopath
A soul left deceased leaves a body in peace
Nailed to the cross with no moss on the stone
No home no phone no dome had left
I wish I had these demons kept
In faucets closets under my bed instead there in my fucking head
My past is wrong my head is fucked up
My love is gone too busy crying
My futures not here miss my diary
And all to blame myself
My past is wrong my head is fucked up
My love is gone too busy crying
My futures not here miss my diary
And all to blame myself
Myself myself and all I have left is to blame myself
Myself myself and all I have left is to blame myself
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Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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