oh shit, i slept through my alarm

Today I saw this girl I knew from eighth grade
She ain't even recognize my damn face
Fuck the warm I love the cold, prolly cuz my cursed soul
Bitch I'm rotten like some mold, still plotting on some fuckin gold

Too real with it, distilling my whole life into a verse
Clawing out the dirt, in my casket a hundred roaches burnt
I don't wanna hear you, bitch you suck
Keep repeating the same old stuff
Recycled beats, talking bout some drugs
Keep killing yourself with a double cup

Smoking weed and nicotine, kill my lungs but not the rest
My generation don't know how to lead, why I can't stand going on the fucking Net
Percocets, Promethazine, keep druggin hard till your fuckin death
It's cool though, I just think it's funny how natural selection will do the rest



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Brouwer
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