Lyrics: noelle stockwood/Juno Callender
Music: noelle stockwood/Juno Callender
We're gonna blow up
Yeah, I guess it's what I want
Not what I need
I've wrapped myself on missing forest for the trees
I'm getting sick of it
For the new disease
It's not what's next
But I wanna live how I bleed
Yeah, I guess it's what I need
Not what I want
I don't know what I could have hated
But I do not think I hate it
Hit the blu- u- u- u- u- unt
I'm getting sick of it
It's what I want
They just don't want me
Think this destruction
Get my likes and get my precedent
I'm fishing for checks, oh
They're gonna check up on me
**** it up, I'm gonna flush
All my organs swimming, check it out
They look like [?]
Becoming sick of it, it's just a cause
Nothing's fun
I'm too schizo
Let the beats hit and gun, run
White flag
Why I have his knees on trickshot, coming home
I have ruined their crude shit, there's a corpse on my arsenal
I ain't coming by the way, turn me into a chute or throw a 'nade
Know what I want
But of what I could've hated
It was sixteen years ago
Back when we thought
We're so sick of it
But I'm just not
They just don't want me (Go)
Yeah, I guess it's what I want
Not what I need
I've wrapped myself on missing forest for the trees
I'm getting sick of it
For the new disease
It's not what's next
But I wanna live how I bleed
Yeah, I guess it's what I want
And not what I need
I've wrapped myself on missing forest for the trees
I'm getting sick of it
For the new disease
It's not what's next
But I wanna live how I bleed
Yeah, I guess it's what I need
Not what I want
We're gonna blow up