Washed up Old Motel

You manipulate
I capitulate
You can't stand to conversate
About anything you deem as "good"
Yeah I know it's me
That you hate
So I just try to compensate
Don't worry I know it's understood
You're a big ingrate
Never emulate
Hate all the food that's on your plate
Emotion is all based on your mood
Yeah you demonstrate
And circulate
All different forms and types of hate
So When you're judged you'll probably lose
Oh boo hoo

Who?
I hope you're doing well
Fuck your spell
Bet you fell
Don't worry I'll never tell
Who?
I don't evеr dwell
You left your shell
Now you'rе in a cell
Down there in some washed up old motel
Who?
I hope you're doing well
Fuck your spell
Bet you fell
Don't worry I'll never tell
Who?
I don't ever dwell
You left your shell
Now you're in a cell
Down there in some washed up old motel

I feel small
And feel like something
Sit over there
Drink your White Russian
Give me smiles
And some loving
Then tell me I'm good for nothing
Beat me down
Lift me up
You decide what is enough
Burn what I love and all my stuff
You said I need to "toughen up"
I dream of the day
Where I never see your face
You're such a fucking disgrace
An embodiment of hate
You'll wither away all alone
No one will miss you
When you're bones
Your cover is finally blown
Time to remove you from your thrown
Who?
I hope you're doing well
Fuck your spell
Bet you fell
Don't worry I'll never tell

Who?
I don't ever dwell
You left your shell
Now you're in a cell
Down there in some washed up old motel

Who?
I hope you're doing well
Fuck your spell
Bet you fell
Don't worry I'll never tell

Who?
I don't ever dwell
You left your shell
Now you're in a cell
Down there in some washed up old motel



Credits
Writer(s): Evander Wynn
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