REGRETS (feat. $ilas)
(Hundred thousand regrets)
(See these eyes at the end of my bed)
(They stare at me think they wanted me dead
One two three and I lost it
I think my mind got stuck in moshpit
There's to it even the darkness
But I like it inside of this nonsense
Fucked up shit in my head
I got a couple hundred thousand regrets, ay
You see these eyes at the end of my bed
They stare at me think they wanted me dead
Fucked up shit in my head
I got a couple hundred thousand regrets
You see these eyes at the end of my bed
They stare at me think they wanted me dead
I was talkin' to my god the other day
I don't care that I was high he know I'm smokin' everyday
Anyways had to know who by side gon be a fake
told me live my life regardless it get bumpy on the way
You can either live it up or let a pussy put you down
Why be hurtin' just be happy show 'em they can't put you down
Either be nobody or become the topic of the town
Turn that shit into the nation homie go pick up your crown
(Fucked up shit in my head)
(Hundred thousand regrets)
(See these eyes at the end of my bed)
(They stare at me think they wanted me dead
Fucked up shit in my head
I got a couple hundred thousand regrets, ay
You see these eyes at the end of my bed
They stare at me think they wanted me dead
Fucked up shit in my head
I got a couple hundred thousand regrets
You see these eyes at the end of my bed
They stare at me think they wanted me dead
(See these eyes at the end of my bed)
(They stare at me think they wanted me dead
One two three and I lost it
I think my mind got stuck in moshpit
There's to it even the darkness
But I like it inside of this nonsense
Fucked up shit in my head
I got a couple hundred thousand regrets, ay
You see these eyes at the end of my bed
They stare at me think they wanted me dead
Fucked up shit in my head
I got a couple hundred thousand regrets
You see these eyes at the end of my bed
They stare at me think they wanted me dead
I was talkin' to my god the other day
I don't care that I was high he know I'm smokin' everyday
Anyways had to know who by side gon be a fake
told me live my life regardless it get bumpy on the way
You can either live it up or let a pussy put you down
Why be hurtin' just be happy show 'em they can't put you down
Either be nobody or become the topic of the town
Turn that shit into the nation homie go pick up your crown
(Fucked up shit in my head)
(Hundred thousand regrets)
(See these eyes at the end of my bed)
(They stare at me think they wanted me dead
Fucked up shit in my head
I got a couple hundred thousand regrets, ay
You see these eyes at the end of my bed
They stare at me think they wanted me dead
Fucked up shit in my head
I got a couple hundred thousand regrets
You see these eyes at the end of my bed
They stare at me think they wanted me dead
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Beierlein
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