Typical Friday Nights

Jit with a cigarette
Yeah I got that cut wrist
Cut it with a cutlass
Piss on my wounds
Cursed since the womb
Black magic in my room
It's a full moon
Put my corpse in a tomb

Jit with a cigarette
Yeah I got that cut wrist
Cut it with a cutlass
Piss on my wounds
Cursed since the womb
Black magic in my room
It's a full moon
Put my corpse in a tomb
Loading up a gun
Let that fucker go boom
Woah
Woah
Why so low?
Love
Luck
Trust
Fucked
Heart still broken
Cigarette smoking
Feeling and emotions
Yeah I'm overdosing
No one ever noticed
Going past my lowest

Three feet in
Never three feet out
Defeated right now
And I still won't bow
Three feet in
Never three feet out
Defeated right now
And I still won't bow
Three feet in
Never three feet out
Defeated right now
And I still won't bow
Three feet in
Never three feet out
Defeated right now
And I still won't bow



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Spano
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