Gangstalker
I'm nic-sick
Purging memories with a dope stick
I'm dope-sick
Greening out from all of the fake shit
I found you dressed up in your black threads
Hiding in your black threads
You're still clinging to your shipwreck
Clinging to your shipwreck
Because you don't know
And you can't see
That you're not the person that you claim to be
Because I know what you've been up to
I see the things you say and
I wish I could give you a taste from under the bus
(Under the bus)
I'm star-struck
Playing dead inside your tear-duct
Looks like I'm still stuck
Chalking everything up to bad luck
It's all bad luck
I found you hiding in the archives
Hiding in the archives
You're still clinging to your shipwreck
Clinging to your shipwreck
Because you don't know
And you can't see
That you're not the person that you claim to be
Because I know what you've been up to
I see the things you say and
I wish I could give you a taste from under the bus
(Under the bus)
(I told you not to follow me)
(I told you not to follow me)
Because you don't know
And you can't see
That you're not the person that you claim to be
Because I know what you've been up to
I see the things you say and
I wish I could give you a taste from under the bus
(Under the bus)
(I told you not to follow me)
I told you not to follow me
Purging memories with a dope stick
I'm dope-sick
Greening out from all of the fake shit
I found you dressed up in your black threads
Hiding in your black threads
You're still clinging to your shipwreck
Clinging to your shipwreck
Because you don't know
And you can't see
That you're not the person that you claim to be
Because I know what you've been up to
I see the things you say and
I wish I could give you a taste from under the bus
(Under the bus)
I'm star-struck
Playing dead inside your tear-duct
Looks like I'm still stuck
Chalking everything up to bad luck
It's all bad luck
I found you hiding in the archives
Hiding in the archives
You're still clinging to your shipwreck
Clinging to your shipwreck
Because you don't know
And you can't see
That you're not the person that you claim to be
Because I know what you've been up to
I see the things you say and
I wish I could give you a taste from under the bus
(Under the bus)
(I told you not to follow me)
(I told you not to follow me)
Because you don't know
And you can't see
That you're not the person that you claim to be
Because I know what you've been up to
I see the things you say and
I wish I could give you a taste from under the bus
(Under the bus)
(I told you not to follow me)
I told you not to follow me
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Writer(s): Spencer Boden
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