Percocets
I remember every single word you ever said
I remember when I stole your dad's percocets
I used to wish that you would be with me until the end
Now I wish that you and me had never even met
Where were you when I needed you most
I was dying on your kitchen floor
Blood pouring out my nose
Let me know if it makes it hard to cope
When you see me on the coast
With a bitch with painted toes
I don't need advice from somebody who's fucking broke
I am not your friend, take your words and fucking choke
Back in school she used to take me for a joke
Now she'll see me shining and she'll take off all her clothes
I hope you see me when it's raining out your window
Now I'm doing fine we're snorting lines inside the limo
Me and Willow, we got bitches biting pillows
Rolling up Backwoods, we don't fuck with cigarillos
I remember every single word you ever said
I remember when I stole your dad's percocets
I used to wish that you would be with me until the end
Now I wish that you and me had never even met
Where were you when I needed you most
I was dying on your kitchen floor
Blood pouring out my nose
Let me know if it makes it hard to cope
When you see me on the coast
With a bitch with painted toes
I don't need advice from somebody who's fucking broke
I am not your friend, take your words and fucking choke
I remember when I stole your dad's percocets
I used to wish that you would be with me until the end
Now I wish that you and me had never even met
Where were you when I needed you most
I was dying on your kitchen floor
Blood pouring out my nose
Let me know if it makes it hard to cope
When you see me on the coast
With a bitch with painted toes
I don't need advice from somebody who's fucking broke
I am not your friend, take your words and fucking choke
Back in school she used to take me for a joke
Now she'll see me shining and she'll take off all her clothes
I hope you see me when it's raining out your window
Now I'm doing fine we're snorting lines inside the limo
Me and Willow, we got bitches biting pillows
Rolling up Backwoods, we don't fuck with cigarillos
I remember every single word you ever said
I remember when I stole your dad's percocets
I used to wish that you would be with me until the end
Now I wish that you and me had never even met
Where were you when I needed you most
I was dying on your kitchen floor
Blood pouring out my nose
Let me know if it makes it hard to cope
When you see me on the coast
With a bitch with painted toes
I don't need advice from somebody who's fucking broke
I am not your friend, take your words and fucking choke
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Writer(s): Stockton Grim
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