[Intro: sunnymingo]
(Debated for a minute before I started up)
(The way I slide around is like a hockey puck)
(No one led a hand when I was in the mud)
(I got elevated by some psychedelic drugs)
[Verse 1: gazecloud]
True religion on my fuckin' jeans, think I'm nothing but a fein
I will die off this bean, coma off this lean
I'm gonna die young, gonna fuckin' die young
I'm so fucked up
I don't wanna kick the cup
I'm so out of luck
Like, what the fuck?
Spend a thousand bucks
But I feel so stuck
Feel so stuck, feel so stuck, I feel so stuck
[Chorus: gazecloud]
Percs, throw 'em all up, throw 'em all up
Think I got a problem, huge fuckin' problem
Depressed, I keep falling, keep fuckin' falling
Yeah, I'm so sorry, so fuckin' sorry
[Verse 2: Hex Maniac]
Your girl don't look like barbie but her body all fake
Got my guard up with my trio we just splashing in the lake
My draco got that century that's why I call it Jake
Two blades on my wrist, blood and acid what we take
Jet got me lagged I'ma do another line
Keep a filter in my mouth, It's the cig or the nine
She invite me to love red room and two pines
Two blades to the wrist ones just keeping time
Kuromi and spiders from those melo pink pills
Your bitch like a whale suck me up like it's krill
Melty blood muddy cup only one gonna spill
Two blades to the wrist like i got time to kill
Ketamine sex looks like VHS porn
Didn't FaceTime for you put your mom on the horn
We at ala Moana finna hit up dior
Two blades on my wrist now they got my arms sore
[Verse 3: Kysmyt]
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know you're sorry baby, but you cannot talk to me no more
I know, I know, I know, I know
Slugs bust his head open like melons or like rugby or some sport
Got your bitch she said she love me that she coming back for more
And I got codeine in my tummy bitch it keeps me fuckin warm
And I don't want your bitch cause that bitch easy she a fuckin whore
And I got forgis on my whip you know that bitch bitch'll be in sport
I'm a track star- run that bag up really fuckin fast
Throw that ass back- Ima fuckin catch it like the Mets
Fuck baseball, I like basketball nothin but net
Those bars were shit but they weren't nearly bad as my fuckin ex
[Chorus: gazecloud]
Percs, throw 'em all up, throw 'em all up
Think I got a problem, huge fuckin' problem
Depressed, I keep falling, keep fuckin' falling
Yeah, I'm so sorry, so fuckin' sorry
Percs, throw 'em all up, throw 'em all up
Think I got a problem, huge fuckin' problem
Depressed, I keep falling, keep fuckin' falling
Yeah, I'm so sorry, so fuckin' sorry