Yung Germ
It's hard to choose the easy way out
The gun in the mouth, your brain's explodes (okay)
It's hard to end it all alone
Inside of your room, your final home (wassup?)
It's hard to make amends with them
Silicon friends and empty souls (huh?)
It's hard to break up in your shell
For people that you don't even know (ha-ha)
You wash away, your colors drain
And now your reality is great (okay)
Same old faces, in the spaces
That you see like every day (wassup?)
You tell them jokes to cover up
That you're a vessel for all the pain (okay)
You tell them jokes and they all laugh (okay)
Fill the void, you entertain (okay)
Or is it hopeless just to try? Is it hopeless just to die and go away
From everything you made and amplify just to get thrown away
It doesn't last, goin' fast, it's the bag full of glass
Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all in fast
I got PTSD (boom); I always keep my gun
My mom's like, "Son, you need therapy" (no-no)
It's hard to live right, just welcome to the dark side (sleezy)
Where little boys turn to gangsters, girls hearts stop (mula)
I'm in a — habit all because of you (— outta here)
I hope a needle in your arm, in love with you (—)
Disloyal —, I don't — with you (—)
I gotta leave my enemies in a bloody pool (boom, boom)
I say my last goodbye, I hear death call my name (bye bye)
Goin' in the hall of fame (mula), burnin' into scorchin' flame (boom)
'Nother one of them days, —, in the pourin' rain (sleezy)
Sun high, still win, baby, like a Jordan game (mula)
Or is it hopeless just to try us? Hopeless just to die and go away
From everything you made and amplify just to be thrown away
It doesn't last, goin' fast, it's the bag full of glass
Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all in fast