To Hell

Everything you say to me everyday
Just remind me of all the feelings I hate
I remember all the things I could say
I remember that you beg me to stay
I'm talking to myself every fuckin day since I died
I lost the taste of every little thing I need a guide
You're not one of my friends and I see it so step aside
And I will never like myself I keep this fuckin pride
I'm not afraid to lose or to die
Just a little scared, if I have to say goodbye
Don't act like you care, I know I'm not your type
What the fuck you're staring at be careful I might fight
Tie the knot
Slap the thot
Take the shot
Fake the story
Move it on me
Feel it for me
Take it for me
Think I like your body

Sick of the lies I told
Sick of the friends I sold
Sick of the bands I stole
Beware of my guns they cold
I see myself, I kill
I see my men, they steal
But who's gon tell,
But who's gon tell

Sick of the lies I told
Sick of the friends I sold
Sick of the bands I stole
Beware of my guns they cold
I see myself, I kill
I see my men, they steal
But who's gon tell,
Bitch welcome to hell



Credits
Writer(s): Yeee Man
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