No.6
I spill my blood on the page, huh
Diaries, drill drums, uh
My marks don't know how to fade, hey
So I'm gon' use 'em
I'm gon' give a fuck, hey
I'm gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Is fuckin' yo' bitch bad karma?
Should I feel bad for being hot?
Left some lames, forgot their names
Should I feel bad for being on?
I'm gon' give a fuck
I'm gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
I could flip a heart-break to an M
I'm live from the same room where yo' bitch give me head
She bump fi, off a bump of ket, I bump her, on my fucking desk
But I'on need extras to fuck something
She don't fuck on me for music or the money
Bitch, it's all just the rizz
Fuck-boy, fuck-band, fake threat, cause I took him off the line-up
Ok, then do some
Y'all won't do none
You cry to goth girls hopin' that they touch yo' cock
Some men chat all I can do is act, I paid my blood this already a pact
Chyeah!
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em
Fi
Kill'em, kill'em kill'em
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Fi
Caught myself actin' up I might bash in my own brain, hey
Giving me non-verbals, what the fuck you trying to say? hey
Boy you do too much you cannot talk on us that way, hey
Band gon' have to slap him up, in the Burger King, bitch
King Kong, I made myself a monster
Every friend lost just made me wanna go harder
In NYC, she bacon on my egg 'til I cheese
I scratch on my skin 'til it bleeds
It's all that I know
Sometimes I self-harm
But I keep that charge in my soul
I know, bro used to tell me I'd get murked in the towns
But there's no where that I can't go
I don't want it all, babe I need it
I don't feel like we can really talk, 'cause we're all half dead
Late winter, I don't know anyone anymore
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Tohs ppo yreve
I spill my blood on the page, uh
Diaries, drill drums, uh
My marks don't know how to fade, aye
So I'm gon' use 'em
I'm gon' give this fuck, wait
I'm gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Is fuckin' yo' bitch bad karma?
Should I feel bad for being hot?
Building the gap between my past
Should I feel bad for being on?
I'm gon give a fuck
I'm gon give this fuck
Saw yo' girl gon' give this fuck
Saw yo' girl gon' give this fuck
Diaries, drill drums, uh
My marks don't know how to fade, hey
So I'm gon' use 'em
I'm gon' give a fuck, hey
I'm gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Is fuckin' yo' bitch bad karma?
Should I feel bad for being hot?
Left some lames, forgot their names
Should I feel bad for being on?
I'm gon' give a fuck
I'm gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
I could flip a heart-break to an M
I'm live from the same room where yo' bitch give me head
She bump fi, off a bump of ket, I bump her, on my fucking desk
But I'on need extras to fuck something
She don't fuck on me for music or the money
Bitch, it's all just the rizz
Fuck-boy, fuck-band, fake threat, cause I took him off the line-up
Ok, then do some
Y'all won't do none
You cry to goth girls hopin' that they touch yo' cock
Some men chat all I can do is act, I paid my blood this already a pact
Chyeah!
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em
Fi
Kill'em, kill'em kill'em
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Fi
Caught myself actin' up I might bash in my own brain, hey
Giving me non-verbals, what the fuck you trying to say? hey
Boy you do too much you cannot talk on us that way, hey
Band gon' have to slap him up, in the Burger King, bitch
King Kong, I made myself a monster
Every friend lost just made me wanna go harder
In NYC, she bacon on my egg 'til I cheese
I scratch on my skin 'til it bleeds
It's all that I know
Sometimes I self-harm
But I keep that charge in my soul
I know, bro used to tell me I'd get murked in the towns
But there's no where that I can't go
I don't want it all, babe I need it
I don't feel like we can really talk, 'cause we're all half dead
Late winter, I don't know anyone anymore
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Tohs ppo yreve
I spill my blood on the page, uh
Diaries, drill drums, uh
My marks don't know how to fade, aye
So I'm gon' use 'em
I'm gon' give this fuck, wait
I'm gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Saw yo girl gon' give this fuck
Is fuckin' yo' bitch bad karma?
Should I feel bad for being hot?
Building the gap between my past
Should I feel bad for being on?
I'm gon give a fuck
I'm gon give this fuck
Saw yo' girl gon' give this fuck
Saw yo' girl gon' give this fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Iarlaith Timmins, James Devitt-devir, Xochitl Kiernan
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