Run up on yo bitch

Better tip toe quick

If I leave it on a high note

Tiny Tim

No push when they wanna pull up

Better stay on the low

If you wanna fucking live

This cycle on repeat

No I don’t ride with lurkers, surfers

Ominous and still have a purpose, hurtful

Comments gonna make you feel like

You’re fucking worthless

Roll up all emotions in a spliff

And smoke your problems away

Romanticizing suicide

With 13 reasons to play

In the back

Stay strapped

Locked and loaded with pain

Bulletin my fucking chest

But won’t take long to explain

Got the boys in the back of the bus

With The Dagger in my Rosa Parks

6-feet apart with a corona

Gonna roll up in an all-white CR-X

And start the engine

Rev these fucking lyrics

Clutch the gear

On top of the meaning

Shotgun mic directed at your face

So better start the speaking

The dagger in my chest Seppuku

Penetrate your empathy

Banana clip the rounds we slippin’ low

Unload a magazine

Inside my fucking skull

Now crush me up

You smoking grey with green

A suicidal patient

Impatient when they need therapy

Dirty little bitch

Corpse rotting

Need a clean up

Bottlenecking bastard, what a bitch

You better cheer up

Picky with people that wanna

Get under my skin

Hail Mary with the stones

If you want ice up to your chin

Roll up all emotions i-i-in spliff

And smoke your problems (problems)

Romanticizing i-i-i-i-cide

With 13 reasons to play

In the back (back)

Stay strapped

Locked and loaded with pain-ain-ain-ain-ain

Bulletin my fucking chest

But won’t take long (take long take)

Roll up all emotions in a spliff

And smoke your problems away

Romanticizing suicide

With 13 reasons to play

In the back

Stay strapped

Locked and loaded with pain

Bulletin my fucking chest

But won’t take long to explain

Roll up all emotions in a spliff

And smoke your problems away

Romanticizing suicide

With 13 reasons to play

In the back

Stay strapped

Locked and loaded with pain

Bulletin my fucking chest

But won’t take long to explain