die young
Wasting time with the cigarettes
You're like smoke inside my lungs
Get me high but bring me death
They say I'm old enough to die young
You remind me of my regret
Feeling colder to your touch
Fill my lungs up one by one
Round and round and round we go
I was hooked the second that our eyes first met
Never wanted to forget the way it feels
Shoulda known that coming down was worse than death
And now I'm really gone regret makin this deal
Four years later I'm still chasing that first hit
You and me bouncing around in cheap motels
But there's no way that we don't crash the pace we went
So now I need to cut you off to save myself
And girl I
Wish we
Could go back
But we can't fix this anymore
I know that
I hurt you
I'd help but
I'm not the same guy as before
I don't know
Who I am
Without you
Never fucked with him before
In our bed
Lying there
Broken
Like two junkies on the floor
Wasting time with the cigarettes
You're like smoke inside my lungs
Get me high but bring me death
They say I'm old enough to die young
You remind me of my regret
Feeling colder to your touch
Fill my lungs up one by one
Round and round and round we go
The finest silk we bought I'm caught inside your web
I guess a spider always loves before they kill
And damn your venom tasted sweet before it spread
And paralyzed the only hands that I could feel
We ran it back but did we ever have a chance
Like damn we barely made it out with scars to show
Pulled away and put my pain in beats instead
But to this day I still regret the parts I stole
99 thoughts a minute
Like damn, I'm really crawling through it
Thoughts are tinted by medicine meant to calm a student
Through the ceiling on top of our blue Mercedes van
It's inconvenient to stop if I'm only gone a minute
I'm sick of this dance dawg
Like check it no hands dawg
I live in my head dawg
Woke one one on the Mavs dawg
No shade through a glass jaw
You're witty and quick with the hands dawg
I'm yellin don't shoot
But your beam it really don't pass dawg
Wasting time with the cigarettes
You're like smoke inside my lungs
Get me high but bring me death
They say I'm old enough to die young
You remind me of my regret
Feeling colder to your touch
Fill my lungs up one by one
Round and round and round we go
You're like smoke inside my lungs
Get me high but bring me death
They say I'm old enough to die young
You remind me of my regret
Feeling colder to your touch
Fill my lungs up one by one
Round and round and round we go
I was hooked the second that our eyes first met
Never wanted to forget the way it feels
Shoulda known that coming down was worse than death
And now I'm really gone regret makin this deal
Four years later I'm still chasing that first hit
You and me bouncing around in cheap motels
But there's no way that we don't crash the pace we went
So now I need to cut you off to save myself
And girl I
Wish we
Could go back
But we can't fix this anymore
I know that
I hurt you
I'd help but
I'm not the same guy as before
I don't know
Who I am
Without you
Never fucked with him before
In our bed
Lying there
Broken
Like two junkies on the floor
Wasting time with the cigarettes
You're like smoke inside my lungs
Get me high but bring me death
They say I'm old enough to die young
You remind me of my regret
Feeling colder to your touch
Fill my lungs up one by one
Round and round and round we go
The finest silk we bought I'm caught inside your web
I guess a spider always loves before they kill
And damn your venom tasted sweet before it spread
And paralyzed the only hands that I could feel
We ran it back but did we ever have a chance
Like damn we barely made it out with scars to show
Pulled away and put my pain in beats instead
But to this day I still regret the parts I stole
99 thoughts a minute
Like damn, I'm really crawling through it
Thoughts are tinted by medicine meant to calm a student
Through the ceiling on top of our blue Mercedes van
It's inconvenient to stop if I'm only gone a minute
I'm sick of this dance dawg
Like check it no hands dawg
I live in my head dawg
Woke one one on the Mavs dawg
No shade through a glass jaw
You're witty and quick with the hands dawg
I'm yellin don't shoot
But your beam it really don't pass dawg
Wasting time with the cigarettes
You're like smoke inside my lungs
Get me high but bring me death
They say I'm old enough to die young
You remind me of my regret
Feeling colder to your touch
Fill my lungs up one by one
Round and round and round we go
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