I'm falling apart, inside my guts
They full of rats
My days are blurry, throat is sore
Realities are nothing more, it feels surreal
I finna be the guy
Who has the shell that's already filled with bullshit
I'm falling apart, inside my guts
They full of rats
My days are blurry, throat is sore
Realities are nothing more, it feels surreal
I finna be the guy
Who has the shell that's already filled with bullshit
I keep my profit, while I'm fuckin' all these hoes
My addiction can't be stopped like obsession with these asses
I already got lungs that already filled with ashes
Shiver all over my skin like my body's being trimmed
With a star-shaped blade
Can't no longer feel my sins, uh
Drill pierce thru my skull by my mothafucking kins, yeah
Fade to the black to the tar pit trap
Rusty needles to my back till my brain's intact
RIP to my fantasies
To my fucking nasty sceneries
I had enough with nasty mind when she's around me
I hate when she just treat me like I'm fuckin' bedsheet
RIP to my fantasies
To my fucking nasty sceneries
I had enough with nasty mind when she's around me
I hate when she just treat me like I'm fuckin' bedsheet
I'm falling apart, inside my guts
They full of rats
My days are blurry, throat is sore
Realities are nothing more, it feels surreal
I finna be the guy
Who has the shell that's already filled with bullshit
I'm falling apart, inside my guts
They full of rats
My days are blurry, throat is sore
Realities are nothing more, it feels surreal
I finna be the guy
Who has the shell that's already filled with bullshit