rock bottom

By Blueyd

On Maniac

Released on October 13, 2025

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[Verse 1]

They say that pain's a hurdle

If that's the case since eleven I've been standing in a pile of the shit

Pocketful of Sunshine because finding who I am made me suicidal

Help me pull a rifle

Smoke a fucking reefer

If the world is playing volleyball its making me play wide receiver

Upping at the function

Get me booked

Ride in the Mercedes looking good

Put one right between my eyes

Shook onеs feeling gangster when I die

Dеpression's like a cancer on your mind

Peeling off my hand until we die

You and I

Popping off the pistol when I rape

Chopping off the windows all day

Fucking all my feelings they're bae

Bitches on me dick but they're all gay

Play ball I ain't tryna hide shit

Destroy sides and all my parlay hits shy of high lane

This rock bottom fuck your high way

I pop bottles with fire flames

And yes this blood on my shirt don't hide shame

Motherfuck your truce I ain't ever hugged you

And there's venom in my spit so better luck up til your heart stops playing

Lay it down this the plan son

Girls only like me when I'm handsome

When I rant some this rap shit won't stop shit

Act too black for the white kids

And act too much for the black kids

Every girl that sees me looks the other way

Puppy love was never home safe

Fuck me up then shove me down the stairs

You hear me but you don't listen

Trauma is cooking in the kitchen

Depressions cleaning up the floors and

Loneliness is kicking all my doors in

Read too much don't see too much won't hear to much

What am I even supposed to do

Fucked

Me up

Inside

My brain


[Verse 2]

Shits been going on too long

This bong hit won't miss me I hope that I won't lose sleep

But sleep is only for the masses

Tripping falling crawling through molasses

I got a burn on my mind And it feels like a rash

The feelings always come in last and they never last