Brain Dead
I can go to sleep when I'm dead
But for right now
I got two fingers pointed at my head
Braindead with a ballpoint pen
And some lead
Laying in my bed
I'm a little bit upset yeaH
Word vomit
Had 80 projects started
Life of an artist
Morbid and quiet
Nobody panic I'm overdramatic
You could prove me wrong
And you never did,
You had your fingers in my hair like you intoxicate me
I don't wanna go out I'm too lazy
You can go run around with Lacy
Red eyes in those low rises
I got jeans ripped just like my thighs
I don't wanna have a censor
I'm alright with my mind in the gutter
Never serious
I keep you curious
And I swear I ain't got nothing hidden
Begin don't dig up the garden
Fucking engine isn't starting
You could prove me wrong
And you never did,
You had your fingers in my hair like you intoxicate me
I don't wanna go out I'm too lazy
You can go run around with Lacy
Well I guess you don't intoxicate me
But you sure know how to make a bitch crazy
Living life like everybody hates me
Sleep when I'm dead
Two fingers pointed at my head
Ballpoint pen
Feeling braindead
And I'm feeling fucking braindead
But for right now
I got two fingers pointed at my head
Braindead with a ballpoint pen
And some lead
Laying in my bed
I'm a little bit upset yeaH
Word vomit
Had 80 projects started
Life of an artist
Morbid and quiet
Nobody panic I'm overdramatic
You could prove me wrong
And you never did,
You had your fingers in my hair like you intoxicate me
I don't wanna go out I'm too lazy
You can go run around with Lacy
Red eyes in those low rises
I got jeans ripped just like my thighs
I don't wanna have a censor
I'm alright with my mind in the gutter
Never serious
I keep you curious
And I swear I ain't got nothing hidden
Begin don't dig up the garden
Fucking engine isn't starting
You could prove me wrong
And you never did,
You had your fingers in my hair like you intoxicate me
I don't wanna go out I'm too lazy
You can go run around with Lacy
Well I guess you don't intoxicate me
But you sure know how to make a bitch crazy
Living life like everybody hates me
Sleep when I'm dead
Two fingers pointed at my head
Ballpoint pen
Feeling braindead
And I'm feeling fucking braindead
Credits
Writer(s): Olivia Tafel
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