idgaf anymore

Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave

Take me down fuck me over for a bunch of fucking pennies
And I'm back on my old shit
I'm back to the same slit wrist shit
Grown man taking money from a dead kid
Bashing your skull on a stove would kill my anxiousness
I'm from the real people turning into blood people
'Til I fly on to the steeple I
I'm losing hope in success I'm fucking broke and depressed
I wanna break all their necks and maybe burn up your check
I try to lift up my chin and care about how I dress
It's all bullshit nothing seems to help not at all

Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave

Losing hope in these people
Don't you ever call me "Bro" fuck you on?
Don't you ever hit me up on my phone
Fuck you know 'bout this slit wrist shit?
Painting nails call me names
Think you know a thing 'bout rage
Fuck you know?
Five years one room no people
Fuck you don't (Oh fuck)
Another man tryna be Rain

Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave

"What it do, dude?" "Congrats on the tunes dude"
"I love 'em, they're my blues dude"
"I pick 'em every day I can chose dude"
"By the way sick shoes, remember the good old days? I missed you"
(Chris can I suck you off too?)
So where were y'all at when I wanted to kill myself?
Where were you all at when I was crying out for help?
And if you really fucking listen well you should already know dude
I hate you and all the motherfuckers like you

Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Edward Sassaro
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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