Facetime

(Ripsquad)

The kid just won't leave
Dark winters in the city, slit my wrists
Fucked up, I'm so sick
First step to recovery is admitting it
FaceTime with your bitch
Low key, no traces who I'm fucking with
Drain Gang, Eversince
I'm the son of the rain, gone with the wind

How could I care about a human life?
I can't answer when you ask me, "Where are you tonight?"
Looking for answers, see them in the sky
You wanna see me, gotta pay me now
Off the grid on a pill
Looking for a mil', then I'm looking to get killed
Looking for love in Beverly Hills
Looking for something that is real

Yeah, woah
Burning up, ah-ah
Burning up
I do not like how it's turning out
But you fuckboys don't concern me now

The kid just won't leave
Dark winters in the city, slit my wrists
Fucked up, I'm so sick
First step to recovery is admitting it
FaceTime with your bitch
Low key, no traces who I'm fucking with
Drain Gang, Eversince
I'm the son of the rain, gone with the wind



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Reichwald
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