Haunt

I hate this, I been sweating every fucking day bitch
The day trip, crunching up the pills until they're tasteless
Brain shit, cold grip, I'm hoping that I'm dead quick
Down slits, my wrists, blood all on my fingertips

I think I'm passing out, I keep on tryna grab my phone
I'm working out the numbers, It's already set in stone
My vision getting blurry, voices take another tone
I guess I should remember, everything must die alone

I'm gonna haunt this place long after I'm gone
I'm gonna haunt this place long after I'm gone
I'm gonna haunt this place long after I'm gone
I'm gonna haunt this place long after I'm gone

I hate this, I been sweating every fucking day bitch
The day trip, crunching up the pills until they're tasteless
Brain shit, cold grip, I'm hoping that I'm dead quick
Down slits, my wrists, blood all on my fingertips



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Roldan
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