(Istasha, this shit fucking sucks)
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(I'm too old to change)
(Wash over my head)
(Waves that got away)
(I know that old me I call dead)
(Brand new is the face)
(I loathe that all to me is red)
(The colors I can fade, I sold that)
(Hold my soul away, will it waste?)
(Like my heart's eroded)
I'm late, an omen
On my low, high moment
You buzz like static in my ear
I hang up that shit like a phone (ehm)
You- You chase it, off the road
When the taste has gone cold
Your mind estranged to sober
Watching your face er-
Coerced what's in my backpack
Bottom fading away, I float like water
I'mma hit my low, no pardons
Choking like you in the cone, swallow
Backstab, curtain closed to curb me
I'm still bugging in the riptide, turning
Fuckers avoid the pain
Cut when I'm in the deep rut
Feeding of the detox, I'm swerving
Wash over my head
Waves that got away, I-
Old me I call dead
Brand new is the face
I loathe that all to me is red
Colors I can fade, I sold that
Hold my soul away, will it waste?
Like my heart's eroded
Fucked up, tucked in my lip
Take it all, make a run for it
Bite it like a cyanide pill, cut
Drugged up, stuck in my round, need another one
Up that number like I'm running on a kill count
All of my friends are dead 'cause they don't feel a thing
When the toxins hit, see myself in the sink
Have it run all through my teeth, just say, don't think
When they strapped to the jaw, no kink (uh)
All of my perks are gone
Dead like silence, sneaking around (uh)
"Parody? Highlight?" Said I'm none
When the core going demon, I'm out
I'm done, okay
All of my days, they taste the same
All in, my list is full of names
Looking for a brand new way, I delete them
Wipe that disk, I need that change
All of my days the same, no taste
Underneath deep sea sippin' cellophane
Underneath my feet no sediment
Turning my scene deceased, like severance
I'm late, an omen
On my low, high moment
You buzz like static in my ear
I hang up that shit like a phone (ehm)
You chase it, off the road (go to hell, George, you fucking pig!)
When the taste has gone cold
Your mind estranged to sober
Watching your face erode off
Coerced what's in my backpack
Bottom fading away, I float like water
I'mma hit my low, no pardons
Choking like you in the cone, swallow
Backstab, curtain closed to curb me
I'm still bugging in the riptide, turning
Fuckers avoid the pain
Cut when I'm in the deep rut
Feeding of the detox, I'm swerving
♪
Wash over my head
Waves that got away
I know that old me I call dead
Brand new is the face
I loathe that all to me is red
Colors I can fade, I sold that
Hold my soul away, will it waste?
Like my heart's eroded