Smoke Sesh
Yeah, yeah
I got gin on my sweater
I promise I'll get better
And I been slurrin' my words
I guess I don't put the effort
I know you're more than concerned
I'm just tryna not feel like dirt
It hurt when I saw you with him
What's in this cup helps me think
You never loved me the way that I thought you did
But, lesson learned
There's no way that we could return
To how we used to be
So I'ma smoke my weed, pass the time
My momma don't like that I burn trees all the time
If death was comin' for you, woulda' gladly gave my life
I put too much effort, why do I bother sometimes?
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, yeah
Yeah, yeah, don't know, I don't know, yeah
I'm 'boutta shoot my own brains
Tired of the bullshit I faced
I'm so gone, I'm done with migraines
I'm on the floor, come pick the pieces like I shattered the plate
Like we trashed the whole place
Now sing this song and carry on, just know I'm 'boutta escape
Turns out I'm off one
'Cause that's the only time I actually feel I'm not the problem
Livin' in December, could've sworn that it was Autumn
Wish I wasn't born, my parents should've had a condom
Breathing sorta kinda
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, yeah
Yeah, yeah, don't know, I don't know, yeah
I got gin on my sweater
I promise I'll get better
And I been slurrin' my words
I guess I don't put the effort
I know you're more than concerned
I'm just tryna not feel like dirt
It hurt when I saw you with him
What's in this cup helps me think
You never loved me the way that I thought you did
But, lesson learned
There's no way that we could return
To how we used to be
So I'ma smoke my weed, pass the time
My momma don't like that I burn trees all the time
If death was comin' for you, woulda' gladly gave my life
I put too much effort, why do I bother sometimes?
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, yeah
Yeah, yeah, don't know, I don't know, yeah
I'm 'boutta shoot my own brains
Tired of the bullshit I faced
I'm so gone, I'm done with migraines
I'm on the floor, come pick the pieces like I shattered the plate
Like we trashed the whole place
Now sing this song and carry on, just know I'm 'boutta escape
Turns out I'm off one
'Cause that's the only time I actually feel I'm not the problem
Livin' in December, could've sworn that it was Autumn
Wish I wasn't born, my parents should've had a condom
Breathing sorta kinda
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, yeah
Yeah, yeah, don't know, I don't know, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Morales, Nicolas Marchese, Joseph Garcell
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