Clout Goggles

It's a lonely life that I chose oh no
It's lonely road that I chose I know
Sunlight moonshine it hurts my soul
Ima fucking demon but my horns all gold
Chillin' down in hell with my nails all red
No one understand I feel misread
All the fucking times I bled I bled
All the fucking time I spent I spent

I be in the back with them goggles on
I'm just tryna blow up make some racks buy my mom a car
Stunning on my own with broken heart
Born in New York hope I die out in Central Park
Everybody wanna lie to me
Everybody wanna ride with me
Trust issues get away from me
What you said really stuck with me

It's a lonely life that I chose oh no
It's lonely road that I chose I know
Sunlight moonshine it hurts my soul
Ima fucking demon but my horns all gold

I be in the back with them goggles on
I'm just tryna blow up make some racks buy my mom a car
Stunning on my own with broken heart
Born in New York hope I die out in Central Park
Everybody wanna lie to me
Everybody wanna ride with me
Trust issues get away from me
What you said really stuck with me



Credits
Writer(s): Luka's Grave
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