Mustang

If what you think
Is what you see
Would you still bleed?
Still looking for relief

Driving on the 90
I don't even have a license
Depression I am fighting
And I'm so fucking excited
To knock out that opponent
High as shit, lighting incense
Rinse hands, cover my face like I was hiding
Going through things like Danny Phantom
Swear this suffering makes me so handsome
Vibing in the store even though I'm not a dancer
Wearing all this pink even though I'm not a panther
Writing with a pen
Trying not to seek erasers
Phazers from my eyes
Kenny Omega beams faster
Lance Storm, saturated obliteration
Accepting all my flaws like I got an invitation

Riding in the mustang
Almost died
So I got a new thing

If what you think
Is what you see
Would you still bleed?
Still looking for relief



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Bencomo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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