things end nothing will

By meat computer

On new world disorder

Released on November 27, 2025

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[Verse]

Got one hundred pills in my bag, might take them all today, uh, huh

Everyone knows my swag walking around L.A, uh, huh

Rockstar lifestyle man, might throw it all away, uh, huh

Future feels so dark, gotta put on my shades, uh, huh

Fuck my life and fuck everyone I know, uh, yeah

They don't care about me, no I know they don't, uh, huh

This one is for the ones, who never had a home, uh, yeah

This ones for the ones, who think they too far gone

F-fuck this world, man, I-I don't want to think

M-melted ice in my lean, only what I drink

I-I don't got fans, at least I don't think

I don't care how much you're clouted, I don't want to link

All my friends, they worried about mе, uh

Leave their tеxts on read, uh

Haven't posted shit in months, hey

They thinking that I'm dead, uh

I don't want to be famous, yeah

Might just fake my death, yeah

Move back to warsaw, huh

And shoot heroin instead, woah


[Outro]

Woah, oh oh oh, fuck my life, don't care no more

Woah, go go go, fuck my life, don't care no more

Woah, oh oh oh, fuck my life, don't care no more

Woah, go go go, lifelong forever aching soul