Up Syndrome
Hey ugly fuck me if youre so disgusting
Lucky harrison stop huffing puffing before
You snort the lights out
They run you out of town
Try to Knock you down
Ripped off the hand that I held as I fell
From my cloud
I am ungodly
My dog walks me
If you see my tounge out toss me a treat
Paint ur face look pretty for me
Like youre in heat
Practice makes the perfect peach
Cover your eyes
When youre looking at me
Dont wanna catch your disease
Come find me im hiding
My dead body behind the chair
Scared of my daddy rest in peace recline Me If you designed me then why am I dying
Dont high five me please
Stop buying crushed up mommy
Snort the white girl stop her whining
Please make the baby stop crying
Im crawling away whaaaaannn
Worshipping someone other than me
Satans not surprised that I can sing
Sold my soul paid in pain
This is the sound of me suffering
Up syndrome got me feeling better about My frown you should see me now
I smile at every clown in town with my Scowl, been to hell and back, im feeling Better now that you are gone
Wasnt until I tried to die I realized that I Was god my entire wasted life
I took your time, and made you mine
I dont hate you more than you hate urself
Man I hope you burn in fucking hell
Never forget the way that I felt when I fell
From grace, god wont save me
From all the mistakes you made
Imagine being fucking pussy
Youre a fucking addict
You should act your age
Youre fucking fog to me
You should ki// yourself
God and I we disagree
Im a fucking Animal
You can climb your tree
I pissed on the ground underneath
Im so fucking hungry
Ill wait youll never leave
Until I get to fucking eat
If you see me feed me
I havent been sleeping
Im feining, Cant stop peaking
You are boring and im the best at
At being great all by my myself
Lucky harrison stop huffing puffing before
You snort the lights out
They run you out of town
Try to Knock you down
Ripped off the hand that I held as I fell
From my cloud
I am ungodly
My dog walks me
If you see my tounge out toss me a treat
Paint ur face look pretty for me
Like youre in heat
Practice makes the perfect peach
Cover your eyes
When youre looking at me
Dont wanna catch your disease
Come find me im hiding
My dead body behind the chair
Scared of my daddy rest in peace recline Me If you designed me then why am I dying
Dont high five me please
Stop buying crushed up mommy
Snort the white girl stop her whining
Please make the baby stop crying
Im crawling away whaaaaannn
Worshipping someone other than me
Satans not surprised that I can sing
Sold my soul paid in pain
This is the sound of me suffering
Up syndrome got me feeling better about My frown you should see me now
I smile at every clown in town with my Scowl, been to hell and back, im feeling Better now that you are gone
Wasnt until I tried to die I realized that I Was god my entire wasted life
I took your time, and made you mine
I dont hate you more than you hate urself
Man I hope you burn in fucking hell
Never forget the way that I felt when I fell
From grace, god wont save me
From all the mistakes you made
Imagine being fucking pussy
Youre a fucking addict
You should act your age
Youre fucking fog to me
You should ki// yourself
God and I we disagree
Im a fucking Animal
You can climb your tree
I pissed on the ground underneath
Im so fucking hungry
Ill wait youll never leave
Until I get to fucking eat
If you see me feed me
I havent been sleeping
Im feining, Cant stop peaking
You are boring and im the best at
At being great all by my myself
Credits
Writer(s): Harrison Beck
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