I don't feel good, think I need to cough up

My whole lung, my whole tongue, or something or someone

Born to be asleep, so I'd rather dream awake til I'm waking up

Damn, I feel like Frank Ocean the way that Ivy hit my lung

Jelly, dimpled cheeks, to wrinkles, calloused folds

Reaching out, know your hands are never too cold to hold

All for what the fucking hell? I'm breathing in the black mold

Yea I'm fuckin butter bro

I'm smooth and I'm on a roll

Yeaa

Meet you out back where the fences meet

Talking to you is like talking to me

Like taking a leak inside of a sink, uh

Bending hotter water, my friends father got something to drink

Sorry, I don't fuck with bongs

My sweaty palms are hot, I'm just tryna blink

Shit, post and delete

Umm

Maybe archive, or screenshot?

What to believe, patch me up, or let me bleed, rot

Rot, rot, yea yea yea

You post a pic just for the response, keys lost

Weed cost, man that's crazy, I don't buy weed

Too crossed mind, sipping on that Hi-C

Come find me, you're too T'd

Ohhh

Hey man what's the time, can you check my watches?

What he say about me? He's an alcoholic

Damn, feel like redveil, the weight inside my stomach, uh

True crime, true life, Total Melancholic

Bitch

Sippin on Caprisun, trippin off a Lactaid

Smoking on a Kool-Aid, my way

Uh, your bitch a highway, living my last day

All y'all lame, so patchmade

Uh, I'm the candle and I'm waiting to melt

Feeling lazy, keep my pants on a belt

Time weighing, I'm feeling it, felt

Another day passed, I'm filled with guilt

Face the weather, my musics better

I fucking snapped on Splitbirth

Quill to feather, my body tethered

I had to (make a) deal to get it to work

You wanna die? Don't see it through

Tapping on the window of your room

Trust me I've felt that way too, you wanna die but don't want to

I feel you

You wanna die but you don't want to

I feel you, I really feel you tho

Trust me, I have felt that way too

I used to wake up and I'd not fuckin try to

Remember 16, wanted to die inside that high school

But now I'm 18, and part of me still wants to

But I won't do that, I found the passion and I love you

I haven't found her yet, but I'm still holding on until I do

Every single day I'm waking up very uncomfortable

I peel myself until the bone, hella sad, I'm eating lunchables

Following my dreams, so I'll sleep until I see it through

I feel you