[Intro]

Nah I'm 'bout take a break from talking about sad stuff in this song

Because you're gonna be stereotypical about this album being

"All sad, wah wah wah"

Bastard, uh

[Verse]

Got some lettuce with no bloomin' onion

Why you eatin' a bag of funyuns

Tryna hide your identity?

I can reverse search you, bastard

Lookin' like a Backrooms entity

Nah, don't even call me your pastor

If you ain't treating me right

Then get out of my goddamn life

And screw your excuses tryna come back, you ain't bright

Just to only backstab me with a knife

You my "friend" eh?

I feel like you gon' dox and stalk me

You don't you spit out the truth, eh?

Instead of annoying mе and leave me bе

Feel like they a ruthless bastard

Why don't you make your explanation faster

Goin' into denial and insanity

How do I keep my own goddamn sanity

Over this stupid, cluster situation

Oh god, now I feel like I'm in a cessation

Of my own life

Nah, don't even try to call yourself "my wife"

You know you fake

Catch yourself in the haze you make

Nah, its not even a phase

If that'll even goddamn amaze

Trap yourself in an infinite maze

Nah theres cyanide in your Lays

Chips

How about you don't run away knowing you cause this

Nah I ain't even livin' in the bliss

Taking a break from this hellhole of a site

Shoot you on sight

Nah that ain't evil

Damn, the guitar this use

Causin' ruckus in upheaval

Put a goose in the noose

[Outro]

Goddamn..