Die Young
I got a feeling I might die young
So I gotta get this money fast
I only breathe to pleasure both my lungs
Take a gun and put it to my head
I got a feeling I might die young
Can't stop thinking bout the fucking past
Tat my name on the tip of your tongue
My heart is beating out my fucking chest
You broke me, when you left me
Can't remember when you ever last spoke to me
I was down on my luck I was calling your bluff
Doesn't matter I'm fucked
In the end, I'm done
Threw my love for you right out the window
Crying late at night into my pillow
Every single night, I'm feeling zero
Girl, I never really was your hero
You never liked me
At nights, you still haunt me
Would you come see me
If I stopped breathing
I got a feeling I might die young
So I gotta get this money fast
I only breathe to pleasure both my lungs
Take a gun and put it to my head
I got a feeling I might die young
Can't stop thinking bout the fucking past
Tat my name on the tip of your tongue
My heart is beating out my fucking chest
Heart is beating out my fucking chest
Don't know what to do I can't get out of my own head
Own worst enemy can't help it, drag me out of bed
Don't feel like doing anything at all
I feel so bad
And I'm so mad
At myself cause I can't control these
Dark thoughts filling my mind often
So I gotta get this money fast
I only breathe to pleasure both my lungs
Take a gun and put it to my head
I got a feeling I might die young
Can't stop thinking bout the fucking past
Tat my name on the tip of your tongue
My heart is beating out my fucking chest
You broke me, when you left me
Can't remember when you ever last spoke to me
I was down on my luck I was calling your bluff
Doesn't matter I'm fucked
In the end, I'm done
Threw my love for you right out the window
Crying late at night into my pillow
Every single night, I'm feeling zero
Girl, I never really was your hero
You never liked me
At nights, you still haunt me
Would you come see me
If I stopped breathing
I got a feeling I might die young
So I gotta get this money fast
I only breathe to pleasure both my lungs
Take a gun and put it to my head
I got a feeling I might die young
Can't stop thinking bout the fucking past
Tat my name on the tip of your tongue
My heart is beating out my fucking chest
Heart is beating out my fucking chest
Don't know what to do I can't get out of my own head
Own worst enemy can't help it, drag me out of bed
Don't feel like doing anything at all
I feel so bad
And I'm so mad
At myself cause I can't control these
Dark thoughts filling my mind often
Credits
Writer(s): Lander Hessens
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