wrists
You say you say
You're only a call away
You got a mouth like a blade
My wrists they still bare your name
I know you don't feel the same
The jig is up no more games
But i just want you to stay
You say you say
It's all gon be ok
That i have none to complain
You know i feel the disdain
You see the tears leave a stain
It ain't no drop from the rain
You wash away, I slowly fade
I wanna go face my fears
But all the trouble is near
Mentally i'm not here
Wanna go disappear
You say you say
I wanna throw you away
You got a mouth like a blade
The scars spell out your name
To these local rappers I'm a father figure
I go loco, I go stupid
Like a Neiman Marcus shoppa
I might spend it all on Prada
Who am I kidding
Need one wish like Cosmo, Wanda
Told that Filipina bitch that she look ganda (you say, you say)
I'm that trendy fashion-forward motherfucker with a cute face
Taking trips to portland just to smoke out of a suitcase
I want commas, no more comments, just deposits
When I tell you how I feel you laugh it off but that's ok (ha ha ha ah)
I'm still hung up on the shit you say
You make me wanna die like everyday (ha ha ha ah)
You tell me bout that dude right to my face (ha ha ha ah)
I'll kill that fuckin dude and do the race
You say (hahahaha)
You say (hahahaha)
You're only a call away
You got a mouth like a blade
My wrists they still bare your name
I know you don't feel the same
The jig is up no more games
But i just want you to stay
You say you say
It's all gon be ok
That i have none to complain
You know i feel the disdain
You see the tears leave a stain
It ain't no drop from the rain
You wash away, I slowly fade
I wanna go face my fears
But all the trouble is near
Mentally i'm not here
Wanna go disappear
You say you say
I wanna throw you away
You got a mouth like a blade
The scars spell out your name
To these local rappers I'm a father figure
I go loco, I go stupid
Like a Neiman Marcus shoppa
I might spend it all on Prada
Who am I kidding
Need one wish like Cosmo, Wanda
Told that Filipina bitch that she look ganda (you say, you say)
I'm that trendy fashion-forward motherfucker with a cute face
Taking trips to portland just to smoke out of a suitcase
I want commas, no more comments, just deposits
When I tell you how I feel you laugh it off but that's ok (ha ha ha ah)
I'm still hung up on the shit you say
You make me wanna die like everyday (ha ha ha ah)
You tell me bout that dude right to my face (ha ha ha ah)
I'll kill that fuckin dude and do the race
You say (hahahaha)
You say (hahahaha)
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Writer(s): Austin Castro
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