27ShotgunShells
Throw away
Pop a fucking pill, bitch, I wanna kill
I'll never stop smoking 'til unfucking 'til
'Til my fucking head hurts, 'til my fucking neck hurts
Breaking all the records with my zero fucking effort
Everybody thinks I'm a fucking freak
But never been through pain that is inside of me
All the things she said are running through my head
All the things we did back then are dead
Riding through my mind again trying to hide
Put your fucking hands down and get yourself high
I need lot of pills, but don't give yourself a try
You wouldn't be weird if you weren't so hyped
You wouldn't been liar if you weren't so right
Last few months you were always just playing
I'm so fucked, and I don't know what I'm saying
Riding through my mind, again trying to hide
From your wave of hate
You just came to me and said son what the fuck is wrong
Sorry for bitching you, but my mind is on a bong
You just came to me and said, "Son, why were you there?"
I'm sorry for the lies, but it seems like you don't care
You wouldn't be dumb if you never smoke pot
I just wanna grab a thing in my garage
Remington Model 11 20-gauge
I think I love you, let's give myself faith
Riding through my mind again trying to hide (I-I-I-I)
I can't handle anymore my burning anger issues
I've tried it many times, death is the only thing I wish you
They don't even know what the word is pain
Never been through shit, but still saying my name
Every single day, their smile gets bigger
I wanna kill you all, oh you bitch your fucking neck hurts
What the-
Pop a fucking pill, bitch, I wanna kill
I'll never stop smoking 'til unfucking 'til
'Til my fucking head hurts, 'til my fucking neck hurts
Breaking all the records with my zero fucking effort
Everybody thinks I'm a fucking freak
But never been through pain that is inside of me
All the things she said are running through my head
All the things we did back then are dead
Riding through my mind again trying to hide
Put your fucking hands down and get yourself high
I need lot of pills, but don't give yourself a try
You wouldn't be weird if you weren't so hyped
You wouldn't been liar if you weren't so right
Last few months you were always just playing
I'm so fucked, and I don't know what I'm saying
Riding through my mind, again trying to hide
From your wave of hate
You just came to me and said son what the fuck is wrong
Sorry for bitching you, but my mind is on a bong
You just came to me and said, "Son, why were you there?"
I'm sorry for the lies, but it seems like you don't care
You wouldn't be dumb if you never smoke pot
I just wanna grab a thing in my garage
Remington Model 11 20-gauge
I think I love you, let's give myself faith
Riding through my mind again trying to hide (I-I-I-I)
I can't handle anymore my burning anger issues
I've tried it many times, death is the only thing I wish you
They don't even know what the word is pain
Never been through shit, but still saying my name
Every single day, their smile gets bigger
I wanna kill you all, oh you bitch your fucking neck hurts
What the-
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Writer(s): Iris Noone
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